ep, and I can lift you over the big waves.
We'll be there in a jiffy. Come on!"

He seized his arm again and dragged him to the edge of the water.
Bivens stopped short, tore himself from Stuart's grip and kicked his
shins like a vicious, enraged schoolboy.

"I'll see you to the bottomless pit before I'll move another inch!" he
yelled savagely. "Go to the devil and let me alone. I'll take care of
myself, if you'll attend to your own business."

Stuart folded his arms and looked at him a moment, debating the
question as to whether he would wring his neck or just leave him to
freeze.

Bivens rushed up to the lawyer and tried to shake his half-frozen fist
in his face.

"I want you to understand, that I've taken all I'm going to from you
to-day, Jim Stuart!" he fairly screamed. "Put your hand on me again and
I'll kill you if I can get hold of one of these guns. I want you to
remember that I'm the master of millions."

"Yesterday in New York," Stuart answered with contempt, "you were the
master of millions. Here to-night, on this marsh, in this desert of
freezing waters, you're an insect, you're a microbe!"

"I'm man enough to take no more orders from a one-horse lawyer," Bivens
answered, savagely.

"All right, to hell with you!" Stuart said, contemptuously, as he
turned and left him.

He began to walk briskly along the marsh to keep warm.

Nan was playing the soft strains of an old-fashioned song. He stopped
and listened a moment in awe at the strange effects. The sob and moan
of the wind through the yacht's shrouds and halyards came like the
throb of a hidden orchestra, accompanying the singer in the cabin. The
old song stirred his soul. The woman who was singing it was his by
every law of nature. The little shrivelled, whining fool, who would die
if he left him there, had taken her from him; not by the power of
manhood, but by the lure of gold that he had taken from the men who had
earned it.

All he had to do to-night was to apply the law of self-interest by
which this man had lived and waxed mighty, and to-morrow he could take
the woman be loved in his arms, move into his palace its master and
hers. There could be no mistake about Nan's feelings. He had read the
yearning of her heart with unerring insight. Visions of a life of
splendour, beauty and power with her by his side swept his imagination.
A sense of fierce, exultant triumph filled his soul. But most alluring
of all whispered joys was the dream of