The Iron Trail

by Rex Beach

THE IRON TRAIL

By REX BEACH

Author of "THE AUCTION BLOCK" "RAINBOW'S END" "THE SPOILERS" Etc.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. [IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND]
II. [HOW A GIRL APPEARED OUT OF THE NIGHT]
III. [THE IRISH PRINCE]
IV. [HOW A JOURNEY ENDED AT HOPE]
V. [WHEREIN WE SEE CURTIS GORDON AND OTHERS]
VI. [THE DREAMER]
VII. [THE DREAM]
VIII. [IN WHICH WE COME TO OMAR]
IX. [WHEREIN GORDON SHOWS HIS TEETH]
X. [IN WHICH THE DOCTOR SHOWS HIS WIT]
XI. [THE TWO SIDES OF ELIZA VIOLET APPLETON]
XII. [HOW GORDON FAILED IN HIS CUNNING]
XIII. [WE JOURNEY TO A PLACE OF MANY WONDERS]
XIV. [HOW THE TRUTH CAME TO ELIZA]
XV. [THE BATTLE OF GORDON'S CROSSING]
XVI. [THE FRUIT OF THE TEMPEST]
XVII. [HOW THE PRINCE BECAME A MAN]
XVIII. [HOW THE MAN BECAME A PRINCE AGAIN]
XIX. [MISS APPLETON MAKES A SACRIFICE]
XX. [HOW GORDON CHANGED HIS ATTACK]
XXI. [DAN APPLETON SLIPS THE LEASH]
XXII. [HOW THE HAZARD WAS PLAYED]
XXIII. [A NEW CRISIS]
XXIV. [GORDON'S FALL]
XXV. [PREPARATIONS]
XXVI. [THE RACE]
XXVII. [HOW A DREAM CAME TRUE]

I

IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND

The ship stole through the darkness with extremest caution, feeling her way past bay and promontory. Around her was none of that phosphorescent glow which lies above the open ocean, even on the darkest night, for the mountains ran down to the channel on either side. In places they overhung, and where they lay upturned against the dim sky it could be seen that they were mantled with heavy timber. All day long the NEBRASKA had made her way through an endless succession of straits and sounds, now squeezing through an inlet so narrow that the somber spruce trees seemed to be within a short stone's-throw, again plowing across some open reach where the pulse of the north Pacific could be felt. Out through the openings to seaward stretched the restless ocean, on across uncounted leagues, to Saghalien and the rim of Russia's prison-yard.

Always near at hand was the deep green of the Canadian forests, denser, darker than a tropic jungle, for this was the land of "plenty waters." The hillsides were carpeted knee-deep with moss, wet to saturation. Out of every gulch came a brawling stream whipped to milk-white frenzy; snow lay heavy upon the higher levels, while now and then from farther inland peered a glacier, like some dead monster crushed between the granite peaks. There were villages, too, and fishing-stations, and mines and quarries. These burst suddenly upon the view, then slipped past with dreamlike swiftness. Other ships swung into sight, rushed by, and were swallowed up in the labyrinthine maze astern.