"I think you would have made a success," said the girl, but he
laughed.

"Well, anyhow, I stepped out, leaving the way to the United States
Supreme bench unobstructed, and came North. I found it was where I
belonged. I fitted in. I'm not contented--don't think that. I'm
ambitious, but I prefer these surroundings to the others--that's
all. I'm realizing my desires. I've made a fortune--now I'll see
what else the world has."

He suddenly turned to her. "See here," he abruptly questioned,
"what's your name?"

She started, and glanced towards where Dextry had stood, only to
find that the old frontiersman had slipped away during the tale.

"Helen Chester," she replied.

"Helen Chester," he repeated, musingly. "What a pretty name! It
seems almost a pity to change it--to marry, as you will."

"I am not going to Nome to get married."

He glanced at her quickly.

"Then you won't like this country. You are two years too early;
you ought to wait till there are railroads and telephones, and
tables d'hote, and chaperons. It's a man's country yet."

"I don't see why it isn't a woman's country, too. Surely we can