“I am like a person hanging suspended in space. I neither know where I came from, nor where I am going. What is Fort Enterprise like?”
“A trading-post.”
“Your home?”
“Such as it is.”
“Why ‘such as it is’?”
“Well, it’s a bit of a hole.”
“No society?”
“Society!” He laughed grimly.
“Aren’t there any girls there?”
“Devil a one!—except Miss Pringle, the parson’s sister, and she’s considerable oldish.”