'
Opposite him was Jack Harrington and the 'Russian Princess.' The
rest had discovered themselves, yet the 'Greek Dancer' was still
missing. All eyes were upon the group. Cal Galbraith, in response
to their cries, lifted his partner's mask. Freda's wonderful face
and brilliant eyes flashed out upon them. A roar went up, to be
squelched suddenly in the new and absorbing mystery of the
'Russian Princess.' Her face was still hidden, and Jack
Harrington was struggling with her. The dancers tittered on the
tiptoes of expectancy. He crushed her dainty costume roughly, and
then--and then the revelers exploded. The joke was on them. They
had danced all night with a tabooed native woman.
But those that knew, and they were many, ceased abruptly, and a
hush fell upon the room.
Cal Galbraith crossed over with great strides, angrily, and spoke
to Madeline in polyglot Chinook. But she retained her composure,
apparently oblivious to the fact that she was the cynosure of all
eyes, and answered him in English. She showed neither fright nor
anger, and Malemute Kid chuckled at her well-bred equanimity. The
King felt baffled, defeated; his common Siwash wife had passed
beyond him.
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