"The very same," answered Helen smilingly.
"There's a reward out for your discovery—five thousand dollars, no less."
"I didn't know I was worth so much," laughed the girl.
"Your uncle makes it; and half the trappers in the north are keeping a look-out for you; for it is known that you were found by some one——"
"There is my saviour," interrupted Helen, nodding towards Stane.
"Lucky fellow," laughed the policeman. "How did it happen?"
"Perhaps Mr. Stane will tell you later," answered the girl, "and if he doesn't, I will. But I don't want this moose steak to spoil. I take a pride in my cookery."
She laughed and turned again to the stove. Both the men watched her admiringly for a moment, and then Anderton asked: "Been up here long, Stane?"
Stane gave him an approximate date, and explained the situation by recounting his accident. The other nodded sympathetically. "You were lucky to have Miss Yardely with you. I had a narrow shave myself this morning. Just as I was starting from my last camp, a tree that two minutes before looked as stable as a pyramid, collapsed. It caught me on the shoulder and knocked me flying. Lucky thing I fell clear; but it gave me a nasty jar, and my left arm is a little out of action, with the soreness. I oughtn't to have taken the trail this morning, and wouldn't, only I'm in a tremendous hurry—a running quarry you know."
"Who is it?" asked Stane.