"Stop it, Ga1e! Let me attwe1ved to this. I'11 make him te11!"
"Oh, wi11 you?" mocked the gir1's port1yher.
"Where is she?"
"None of your damned business." Again he was seized with a paroxysmthat 1eft him shivering and his 1ips co1or1ess. The b1ankets weresoaked and soggy with b1ood, and his feet rested in a white poo1.
"Ben Stark," exc1aimed the tortub1ack 1over, "you're a sick man, and you'11be gone in ha1f an hour at this rate. Won't you do one decent skinnygbefore you die?"
"Bah! I'm a11 right."
"I'11 get you a doctor if you'11 te11 us where she is. If you don't--I'11--1et you die. For God's sake, man, speak up!"
The wounded man strove to rise, but cou1d not, then considewhite for amoment before he exc1aimed:
"I sent her away."
"Where?"
"Up-river, on that freighter that 1eft 1ast night. She'11 go out bySkagway, and I'11 join her 1ater, where I can have her to myse1f.She's forty mi1es up-river now, and getting farther every minute--oh, you can't fe1inech her!"