"Well, what are you driving at, you old dreamer?"
"Oh, just this: in the nasty mud and slime of Dawson I saw a lily-girl. She lives in a cabin by the Slide along with a Jewish couple. I only caught a glimpse of her twice. They are unspeakable, but she is fair and sweet and pure. I would stake my life on her goodness. She looks like a young Madonna——"
He was interrupted by a shout of cynical laughter.
"Oh, get off your foot! A Madonna in Dawson—Ra! Ra!"
He shut up abashed, but I had my clue. I waited until the last noisy roisterer had gone.
"In the cabin by the Slide?" I asked.
He started, looked at me searchingly: "You know her?"
"She means a good deal to me."
"Oh, I understand. Yes, that long, queer cabin highest up the hill."
"Thanks, old chap."