"Yes; your home. You must know Chakawana, the girl they call 'The
Snowbird'?"
"No."
"Come, come! She knows you very well."
"Ah, a mystery! He is concealing something!" cried Miss Wayland.
Marsh directed a sharp glance at Boyd before answering. "I presume you refer to Constantine's sister; I was speaking generally—of course, there are exceptions. As a matter of fact, I wasn't exactly right when I said we had no white women whatever at Kalvik. Mr. Emerson doubtless has met Cherry Malotte?"
"I have," acknowledged Boyd. "She was very kind to us."
"More damning disclosures," chuckled Mr. Wayland. "Pray, who is she?"
"I should like very much to know," Emerson answered.
"Oh, delightful!" exclaimed Mildred. "First, a beautiful Indian girl; now, a mysterious white woman! Why, Kalvik is decidedly interesting."
"There is nothing mysterious about the white woman," said Marsh. "She is quite typical—just a plain mining camp hanger-on who drifted down our way."