"Wait—wait a minute; I'm coming out."
CHAPTER VII
THE BLUE ENVELOPE DISAPPEARS
When Marian heard the voice outside the cabin on the wreck, she realized that a new problem, a whole set of new problems had arisen. Here was a man. Who was he? Could he be the grizzled miner who had demanded the blue envelope? If so, what then? Was there more than one man? What was to come of it all, anyway?
All this sped through her mind while she was drawing on her parka. The next moment she had opened the door, stepped out and closed the door behind her.
"Ah! I have the pleasure—"
"You?" Marian gasped.
For a second she could say no more. Before her, dressed in a jaunty parka of Siberian squirrel-skin, was her frank-faced college boy, he of the Phi Beta Ki.
"Why, yes," he said rather awkwardly, "it is I. Does it seem so strange? Well, yes, I dare say it does. Suppose you sit down and I'll tell you about it."
Marian sat down on a section of the broken rail.