"Do you know, I have a queer feeling that I've seen all this before," the Irish girl said. "Of course I haven't—unless it was in my dreams. Naturally I've thought about Alaska a great deal because my father lived here."
"I didn't know that."
"Yes. He came in with the Klondike stampeders." She added quietly: "He died on Bonanza Creek two years later."
"Was he a miner?"
"Not until he came North. He had an interest in a claim. It later turned out worthless."
A bit of stiff climbing brought them to a boulder field back of which rose a mountain ridge.
"We've got off the trail somehow," Elliot said. "But I don't suppose it matters. If we keep going we're bound to come to the waterfall."
Beyond the boulder field the ridge rose sharply. Gordon looked a little dubiously at Sheba.
"Are you a good climber?"