Old Zenas Wright stopped reading and for a moment covered his eyes with his wrinkled hands. Then he raised his head. He fumbled with the papers. "Here, the rest of them are observations and data," he said, and handed them back to President Dean. Members of the society elbowed each other to get a look at them. Under cover of the bustle, Polaris Janess clasped the hand of Rose Emer. "Ah, lady," he whispered, "Polaris has a name at last--a name, and he is an American gentleman, and--" He broke off suddenly and crossed to the captain. Scoland sat like a man in a dream. "Yonder proofs there will show to the world my father's work. No lies have been told or written, Captain Scoland," said Polaris, speaking low. "You, too, have stood at the great pole. Your glory is just as great. You are a brave man. My father would not wish to rob you of that glory. I do not wish to stain the brightness of your achievement. What has passed between us is forgotten. You were blinded for a while. I remember naught but the kindness of your Dr. Clawson. Let us both be silent about the treatment of the 'wild man.'" He held out his hand. For the barest fraction of a second Scoland hesitated. He was not an entirely bad man. He was a very brave one. He gripped the hand of the son of the snows. "And now," he said with an effort, "she's waiting; go to her." He pointed to Rose Emer. Around the end of the table came marching Zenas Wright, his old eyes shining. He came upon a tableau--a girl and a man and a dog, all wordless, all eyes. "H-m-m-m, Zenas, you're an old fool!" he muttered. "They have no eyes for you just now." He turned to stump back to the table, but thought better of it and came back. "Lad," he said, "we--the members of this society--wish to examine the records of your father's discoveries. We may want to ask you some questions. Will you wait, you and the young woman--in here?" * * * * * He marched them to a small, empty room at the side, and almost thrust them into it. Marcus edged in with them. The door was shut. They were alone. Both of them stared out of the window. Minutes passed. Then: "Lady, how did you find me?" "One cannot sell three great rubies at the door of a jail, sir, and go quite unnoticed," she answered, flushing. "My agents were on the watch. They investigated, and I came on from Boston." Still she did not look at him. Polaris came a little nearer. "Why did you tell them all--" "That you are a hero!" she flashed hotly. "I want all the world to know it!" She faced him at last. "And--but--the captain?" She looked at him. In a second his arms were around her. For the second time their lips met. Time flew by unheeded. Marcus looked at them in wonder, and then curled calmly on a rug and stretched his nose. Finally: "But I am only a poor, half-savage--" "Hush! I love you!"