"But, of course, you're only joking," he finally decided.
"You haven't been back twelve hours. Where COULD you have seen him?,"
"Nevertheless I have met him and been properly introduced by his wife."
"His wife?"
"Yes, I picked her out of a snow-drift."
"Is this a riddle?"
"If it is, I don't know the answer, Steve. But it is a true one, anyhow,
not made to order merely to astonish you."
"True that you picked Simon Harley's wife out of a snow-drift and kicked
him around?"
"I didn't say kicked, did I?" inquired the other, judicially. "But I rather
think I did knee him some."
"Of course, I read all about his marriage two weeks ago to Miss Aline Hope.
Did he bring her out here with him for the honeymoon?"
"If he did, I euchred him out of it. She spent it with me alone in a
miner's cabin," the other cried, malevolence riding triumph on his face.
"Whenever you're ready to explain," suggested Eaton helplessly. "You've
piled up too many miracles for me even to begin guessing them."
"You know I was snow-bound, but you did not know my only companion was this
Aline Hope you speak of.
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