mark!"

"Copenhagen, Denmark," he translated for himself. "Great Scott,
Celie--we're TALKING! Celie Armin, from Copenhagen, Denmark! But how in
Heaven's name did you get HERE?" He pointed to the floor under their
feet and embraced the four walls of the cabin in a wide gesture of his
arms. "How did you get HERE?"

Her next words thrilled him.

"Kobenhavn--Muskvas--St. Petersburg--Rusland--Sibirien--Amerika."

"Copenhagen--Muskvas, whatever that is--St.
Petersburg--Russia--Siberia--America," he repeated, staring at her
incredulously. "Celie, if you love me, be reasonable! Do you expect me
to believe that you came all the way from Denmark to this God-forsaken
madman's cabin in the heart of the Canada Barrens by way of Russia and
Siberia? YOU! I can't believe it. There's a mistake somewhere. Here--"

He thought of his pocket atlas, supplied by the department as a part of
his service kit, and remembered that in the back of it was a small map
of the world. In half a minute he had secured it and was holding the
map under her eyes. Her little forefinger touched Copenhagen. Leaning
over her shoulder, he felt her hair crumpling against his breast. He
felt an insane desire to bury his face in it and hug her up close in
his arms--for a single moment the question of whether she came from
Copenhagen or the moon was irrelevant and of little consequence. He, at
least, had found her. He was digging her out of chaos, and he was
filled with the joyous exultation of a triumphant discoverer--almost
the thrill of ownership. He held his breath as he watched the little
forefinger telling him its story on the map.

From Copenhagen it went to Moscow--which must have been Muskvas, and
from there it trailed slowly to St. Petersburg and thence straight
across Russia and Siberia to Bering Sea.

"Skunnert," she said softly, and her finger came across to the green
patch on the map which was Alaska.

It hesitated there. Evidently it was a question in her own mind where
she had gone after that. At least she could not tell him on the map.
And now, seeing that he was understanding her, she was becoming visibly
excited. She pulled him to the window and pointed to the wolves.
Alaska--and after that dogs and sledge. He nodded. He was jubilant. She
was Celie Armin, of Copenhagen, Denmark, and had come to Alaska by way
of Russia and Siberia--and after that had traveled by dog-train. But
WHY had she come, and what had happened to make her the companion