"A lady!" Anderton whistled. "Up here! By Jove! you've both got pluck."
"Well, you see, Anderton, it's not exactly a matter of choice. We were stranded together, and this cabin happened to offer itself. But loose your dogs, and come and be introduced!"
"Right-o!" replied the policeman. "I'll be with you in two jiffs."
Stane entered the cabin to prepare Helen. As he did so the girl looked up from the stove. "Is he the owner of our palace?"
"No; he is an old Oxford acquaintance of mine, who is now in the Mounted Police."
"Then we shall not suffer eviction?" she laughed, and to Stane it seemed there was an odd note of relief in her voice.
"No; but he spells deliverance. You see if he can't do anything for us himself he can carry the news of our whereabouts to Fort Malsun, and——"
At that moment a whip-stock hammered at the cabin-door, and a second later Trooper Anderton entered. For a moment he was a little taken aback by the girl's appearance, then Stane made the introduction.
"Miss Yardely; Mr. Anderton!"
"Miss Yardely!" the policeman cried. "Are you Sir James Yardely's niece, who was lost a few months ago?"