"No, you mustn't," said Glenister, with equal decision. "In the
first place, he wouldn't know what you were talking about, and in
the second place--I know Struve. He's too drunk to talk business
and too sober to--well, to see you alone."

"But I MUST see him," she insisted. "It's what brought me here.
You don't understand."

"I understand more than he could. He's in no condition to act on
any important matter. You come around to-morrow when he's sober."

"It means so much," breathed the girl. "The beast!"

Glenister noted that she had not wrung her hands nor even hinted
at tears, though plainly her disappointment and anxiety were
consuming her.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to wait, but I don't know where to go--
some hotel, I suppose."

"There aren't any. They're building two, but to-night you couldn't
hire a room in Nome for money. I was about to say 'love or money.'
Have you no other friends here--no women? Then you must let me
find a place for you. I have a friend whose wife will take you
in."

She rebelled at this. Was she never to have done with this man's
favors? She thought of returning to the ship, but dismissed that.
She undertook to decline his aid, but he was half-way down the
stairs and paid no attention to her beginning--so she followed