subtle　for　even　his　penetration。　The　majority　of　the　gold…hunters
  seemed　to　have　centered　their　verdict　on　the　'Russian　Princess；'　who
  was　the　most　graceful　in　the　room；　and　hence　could　be　no　other　than
  Freda　Moloof。
  During　a　quadrille　a　roar　of　satisfaction　went　up。　She　was
  discovered。　At　previous　balls；　in　the　figure；　'all　hands　round；'　Freda
  had　displayed　an　inimitable　step　and　variation　peculiarly　her　own。
  As　the　figure　was　called；　the　'Russian　Princess'　gave　the　unique
  rhythm　to　limb　and　body。　A　chorus　of　I…told…you…so's　shook　the　squared
  roof…beams；　when　lo！　it　was　noticed　that　'Aurora　Borealis'　and　another
  masque；　the　'Spirit　of　the　Pole；'　were　performing　the　same　trick
  equally　well。　And　when　two　twin　'Sun…Dogs'　and　a　'Frost　Queen'
  followed　suit；　a　second　assistant　was　dispatched　to　the　aid　of　the　man
  at　the　scales。
  Bettles　came　off　trail　in　the　midst　of　the　excitement；　descending
  upon　them　in　a　hurricane　of　frost。　His　rimed　brows　turned　to　cataracts
  as　he　whirled　about；　his　mustache；　still　frozen；　seemed　gemmed　with
  diamonds　and　turned　the　light　in　varicolored　rays；　while　the　flying
  feet　slipped　on　the　chunks　of　ice　which　rattled　from　his　moccasins　and
  German　socks。　A　Northland　dance　is　quite　an　informal　affair；　the　men
  of　the　creeks　and　trails　having　lost　whatever　fastidiousness　they
  might　have　at　one　time　possessed；　and　only　in　the　high　official
  circles　are　conventions　at　all　observed。　Here；　caste　carried　no
  significance。　Millionaires　and　paupers；　dog…drivers　and　mounted
  policemen　joined　hands　with　'ladies　in　the　center；'　and　swept　around
  the　circle　performing　most　remarkable　capers。　Primitive　in　their
  pleasure；　boisterous　and　rough；　they　displayed　no　rudeness；　but　rather
  a　crude　chivalry　more　genuine　than　the　most　polished　courtesy。
  In　his　quest　for　the　'Greek　Dancer；'　Cal　Galbraith　managed　to　get
  into　the　same　set　with　the　'Russian　Princess；'　toward　whom　popular
  suspicion　had　turned。　But　by　the　time　he　had　guided　her　through　one
  dance；　he　was　willing　not　only　to　stake　his　millions　that　she　was
  not　Freda；　but　that　he　had　had　his　arm　about　her　waist　before。　When　or
  where　he　could　not　tell；　but　the　puzzling　sense　of　familiarity　so
  wrought　upon　him　that　he　turned　his　attention　to　the　discovery　of
  her　identity。　Malemute　Kid　might　have　aided　him　instead　of
  occasionally　taking　the　Princess　for　a　few　turns　and　talking　earnestly
  to　her　in　low　tones。　But　it　was　Jack　Harrington　who　paid　the
  'Russian　Princess'　the　most　assiduous　court。　Once　he　drew　Cal
  Galbraith　aside　and　hazarded　wild　guesses　as　to　who　she　was；　and
  explained　to　him　that　he　was　going　in　to　win。　That　rankled　the
  Circle　City　King；　for　man　is　not　by　nature　monogamic；　and　he　forgot
  both　Madeline　and　Freda　in　the　new　quest。
  It　was　soon　noised　about　that　the　'Russian　Princess'　was　not　Freda
  Moloof。　Interest　deepened。　Here　was　a　fresh　enigma。　They　knew　Freda
  though　they　could　not　find　her；　but　here　was　somebody　they　had　found
  and　did　not　know。　Even　the　women　could　not　place　her；　and　they　knew
  every　good　dancer　in　the　camp。　Many　took　her　for　one　of　the　official
  clique；　indulging　in　a　silly　escapade。　Not　a　few　asserted　she　would
  disappear　before　the　unmasking。　Others　were　equally　positive　that
  she　was　the　woman…reporter　of　the　Kansas　City　Star；　come　to　write　them
  up　at　ninety　dollars　per　column。　And　the　men　at　the　scales　worked
  busily。
  At　one　o'clock　every　couple　took　to　the　floor。　The　unmasking　began
  amid　laughter　and　delight；　like　that　of　carefree　children。　There　was
  no　end　of　Oh's　and　Ah's　as　mask　after　mask　was　lifted。　The
  scintillating　'Aurora　Borealis'　became　the　brawny　negress　whose　income
  from　washing　the　community's　clothes　ran　at　about　five　hundred　a
  month。　The　twin　'Sun…Dogs'　discovered　mustaches　on　their　upper　lips；
  and　were　recognized　as　brother　Fraction…Kings　of　El　Dorado。　In　one
  of　the　most　prominent　sets；　and　the　slowest　in　uncovering；　was　Cal
  Galbraith　with　the　'Spirit　of　the　Pole。'　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。
  'Come！'　he　said　finally。　'Come　on　home。'
  'I　beg　pardon；'　she　replied；　'I　have　agreed　to　go　to　supper　with　Mr。
  Harrington。　Besides；　there's　no　end　of　dances　promised。'
  Harrington　extended　his　arm　to　lead　her　away。　He　evinced　not　the
  slightest　disinclination　toward　showing　his　back；　but　Malemute　Kid　had
  by　this　time　edged　in　closer。　The　Circle　City　King　was　stunned。
  Twice　his　hand　dropped　to　his　belt；　and　twice　the　Kid　gathered　himself
  to　spring；　but　the　retreating　couple　passed　through　the　supper…room
  door　where　canned　oysters　were　spread　at　five　dollars　the　plate。　The
  crowd　sighed　audibly；　broke　up　into　couples；　and　followed　them。
  Freda　pouted　and　went　in　with　Cal　Galbraith；　but　she　had　a　good
  heart　and　a　sure　tongue；　and　she　spoiled　his　oysters　for　him。　What　she
  said　is　of　no　importance；　but　his　face　went　red　and　white　at
  intervals；　and　he　swore　repeatedly　and　savagely　at　himself。
  The　supper…room　was　filled　with　a　pandemonium　of　voices；　which
  ceased　suddenly　as　Cal　Galbraith　stepped　over　to　his　wife's　table。
  Since　the　unmasking　considerable　weights　of　dust　had　been　placed　as　to
  the　outcome。　Everybody　watched　with　breathless　interest。
  Harrington's　blue　eyes　were　steady；　but　under　the　overhanging
  tablecloth　a　Smith　&　Wesson　balanced　on　his　knee。　Madeline　looked
  up；　casually；　with　little　interest。
  'May…　may　I　have　the　next　round　dance　with　you？'　the　King　stuttered。
  The　wife　of　the　King　glanced　at　her　card　and　inclined　her　head。