“I won’t be excited any more--really. But--please tell me!” “Well, that’s just what everyone else wants to know,” smiled the doctor. “He’s entered as _Huloimee Tilakum_--and that means The Stranger. Everyone is asking ‘Who is The Stranger?’ You tell me, Miss Gordon? Who is he?” The girl shook her head: “_Huloimee Tilakum_,” she answered, “That’s all I know,” and struggled frantically to raise herself. “Go find him!” she cried. “But--I’m on duty. I----” “Send someone, then! Send everyone! I’ve got to find him. Oh, I was a fool! A fool! I’ll go myself! I must find him! Oh, how can I ever look him in the face again? But, I will find him! I must!” It took the combined efforts of the young doctor and the nurse to prevent the girl from leaping from the bed. “I’ll go! I’ll start a search for him!” cried the doctor in desperation, “Only, please, Miss Gordon--for your own good, as well as mine--please be quiet. I’ll have him here in no time!” and with that, he was gone, as with a sigh of resignation, the girl sank back upon her pillow. Over and over she repeated the wonderful words, “They won! My dogs won! And, _he_ drove them!” The weakness that had held her listless for three days was gone. She could feel the strength returning to her body--flowing through its fibres in a life-giving current of warmth. Her heart seemed bursting with happiness, and in her brain the face of _Huloimee Tilakum_ shone through a chaos of whirling thought. What would she say to him? What could she say. Would he ever forgive her? The young doctor appeared in the doorway. “Where is he?” cried the girl. “No one seems to have seen him since the race,” he explained, “but they’ll find him. I’ve got a dozen men hunting for him. Told ’em to comb Nome with a fine-tooth comb until they did find him. They say you’ll clean up _big_!” “Oh, never mind that!” cried the girl, “Why doesn’t he come?” A form appeared in the doorway behind the doctor, and the bluff voice of Bill Ames rang through the room: “They win, Miss Gordon! I know’d they could do it!” At the words the youthful physician whirled on the speaker: “Get out of here!” he ordered, “How in the devil did you get through the office?” “Let him come!” cried Lou Gordon, “Come, Mr. Ames, tell me all about it!” “It’s against the rules!” vociferated the doctor, barring the way, and the next moment the strong arm of Bill Ames was brushing him aside. “That’s what they claimed down stairs,” quoth Bill, as he stepped into the room, “An’ if you don’t shut up yer pesterin’ young feller, I’ll jist nach’ly pick you up an’ chuck you through that winder, sash an’ all,” and, without further ado, he advanced to the girl’s bed, his peg leg loudly tapping the floor. “I know’d you’d want to hear about it, so I come----” “But, where is he--_Huloimee Tilakum_?” interrupted the girl.