"All this is not exactly new to me, though Miss Hillyard, who seems to be a shrewd young lady, speaks strongly in Allinson's favor. From odd things he let fall, I'd formed a pretty good idea of the situation. Now that you have cleared the ground, you had better go on." "Father," said Geraldine, "so far, you have done nearly everything I asked you, and that is why I'm not afraid to ask for something else. I want you to send up a party to look for Mr. Allinson. He and the others are in danger of starving in the snow." Frobisher looked at her searchingly, and she met his gaze for a moment, though a flush crept into her face. "Well," he said simply, "he is a straight man." "And a friend of yours. But you will send him help at once?" "First of all, tell me why you think it is needful." Geraldine spent some time over the explanation and concluded: "You must see that their safety depends on their finding the provisions, and Mappin has had the caches made at the wrong places." For the next few minutes Frobisher sat silent, the smoke curling up from his neglected cigar, while Geraldine watched him in suspense. "You have reasoned the matter out remarkably well," he said, "and it strikes me that you're near the truth. However, I don't understand how you led Mappin into making the dangerous admissions that gave you a clue; he's a brute, but I thought him a cunning one. Perhaps I'd better not inquire." Geraldine's embarrassment was obvious and there were signs of amusement on her father's face. "After all," he resumed, "when you play a game for high stakes with a man like Mappin, you can't be fastidious." "But what about the relief party?" Geraldine asked. "I think the situation is serious enough to need one. I'll drive over to the Landing and see about it the first thing to-morrow." He got up, and as he reached the door Geraldine, following, put her arms about his neck and kissed him. Then she went past swiftly and vanished down the passage. The next morning Frobisher learned that Mappin had gone east by an early train and that there was not a man capable of undertaking a difficult journey into the wilds disengaged. Mappin had hired all the available choppers and packers and sent them into the bush to cut some lumber he required for his railroad contract. Frobisher could not determine whether this had been done with the object of preventing their being employed on a relief expedition, but it looked suspicious. Being in a difficulty, he called on the owner of the sawmill and told him as much as he thought advisable. "As it happens, I can help you," said the lumber-man. "There are two or three fellows on our pay roll whom we haven't much work for at present, though we'll need them later. They're good bushmen, and I might raise one or two more by sending up to our logging camp." "Thanks," said Frobisher; "it will be a favor. It's lucky I thought of coming to you."