"You swear that you will follow me--that you will come down to the Wekusko? My God, are you telling me the truth, Meleese?"
"Yes, yes, I will come to you--if you go now." She broke from him and he heard her fumbling at the window. "I will come--I will come--but not to Wekusko. They will follow you there. Go back to Prince Albert--to the hotel where I looked at you through the window. I will come there--sometime--as soon as I can--"
A blast of cold air swept into his face. He had thrust his revolver into its holster and now again for an instant he held Meleese close in his arms.
"You will be my wife?" he whispered.
He felt her throbbing against him. Suddenly her arms tightened around his neck.
"Yes, if you want me then--if you want me after you know what I am. Now, go--please, please go!"
He pulled himself through the window, hanging for a last moment to the ledge.
"If you fail to come--within a month--I shall return," he said.
Her hands were at his face again. Once more, as on the trail at Le Pas, he felt the sweet pressure of her lips.
"I will come," she whispered.