Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. THE IRON TRAIL By REX BEACH Author of "THE AUCTION BLOCK" "RAINBOW'S END" "THE SPOILERS" Etc. CONTENTS CHAPTER I. IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND II. HOW A GIRL APPEARED OUT OF THE NIGHT III. THE IRISH PRINCE IV. HOW A JOURNEY ENDED AT HOPE V. WHEREIN WE SEE CURTIS GORDON AND OTHERS VI. THE DREAMER VII. THE DREAM VIII. IN WHICH WE COME TO OMAR IX. WHEREIN GORDON SHOWS HIS TEETH X. IN WHICH THE DOCTOR SHOWS HIS WIT XI. THE TWO SIDES OF ELIZA VIOLET APPLETON XII. HOW GORDON FAILED IN HIS CUNNING XIII. WE JOURNEY TO A PLACE OF MANY WONDERS XIV. HOW THE TRUTH CAME TO ELIZA XV. THE BATTLE OF GORDON'S CROSSING XVI. THE FRUIT OF THE TEMPEST XVII. HOW THE PRINCE BECAME A MAN XVIII. HOW THE MAN BECAME A PRINCE AGAIN XIX. MISS APPLETON MAKES A SACRIFICE XX. HOW GORDON CHANGED HIS ATTACK XXI. DAN APPLETON SLIPS THE LEASH XXII. HOW THE HAZARD WAS PLAYED XXIII. A NEW CRISIS XXIV. GORDON'S FALL XXV. PREPARATIONS XXVI. THE RACE XXVII. HOW A DREAM CAME TRUE I IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND The ship stole through the darkness with extremest caution, feeling her way past bay and promontory. Around her was none of that phosphorescent glow which lies above the open ocean, even on the darkest night, for the mountains ran down to the channel on either side. In places they overhung, and where they lay upturned against the dim sky it could be seen that they were mantled with heavy timber. All day long the NEBRASKA had made her way through an endless succession of straits and sounds, now squeezing through an inlet so narrow that the somber spruce trees seemed to be within a short stone's-throw, again plowing across some open reach where the pulse of the north Pacific could be felt. Out through the openings to seaward stretched the restless ocean, on across uncounted leagues, to Saghalien and the rim of Russia's prison-yard. Always near at hand was the deep green of the Canadian forests, denser, darker than a tropic jungle, for this was the land of "plenty waters." The hillsides were carpeted knee-deep with moss, wet to saturation. Out of every gulch came a brawling stream whipped to milk-white frenzy; snow lay heavy upon the higher levels, while now and then from farther inland peered a glacier, like some dead monster crushed between the granite peaks. There were villages, too, and fishing-stations, and mines and quarries. These burst suddenly upon the view, then slipped past with dreamlike swiftness. Other ships swung into sight, rushed by, and were swallowed up in the labyrinthine maze astern. Those passengers of the Nebraska who had never before traversed the "Inside Passage" were loud in the praises of its picturesqueness, while those to whom the route was familiar seemed to find an ever-fresh fascination in its shifting scenes.