He fell asleep, the resolution formed in his mind to investigate as soon as he found the opportunity. There would surely be those at Churchill who would know these people; if not, they would know of Fort o' God.
Philip found Gregson awake and dressed when he rolled out of his bunk a few hours later. Gregson had breakfast ready.
"You're a good one to have company," growled the artist. "When you go out mooning again please take me along, will you? Chuck your head in that pail of water and let's eat. I'm starved."
Philip noticed that his companion had tacked the sketch against one of the logs above the table.
"Pretty good for imagination, Greggy," he said, nodding. "Burke will jump at that if you do it in colors."
"Burke won't get it," replied Gregson, soberly, seating himself at the table. "It won't be for sale."
"Why?"
Gregson waited until Philip had seated himself before he answered.
"Look here, old man—get ready to laugh. Split your sides, if you want to. But it's God's truth that the girl I saw yesterday is the only girl I've ever seen that I'd be willing to die for!"
"To be sure," agreed Philip. "I understand."