{"product_id":"2940013336186","title":"THE RIVER'S END","description":"I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetween Conniston, of His Majesty's Royal Northwest Mounted Police, and\u003cbr\u003eKeith, the outlaw, there was a striking physical and facial\u003cbr\u003eresemblance. Both had observed it, of course. It gave them a sort of\u003cbr\u003econfidence in each other. Between them it hovered in a subtle and\u003cbr\u003eunanalyzed presence that was constantly suggesting to Conniston a line\u003cbr\u003eof action that would have made him a traitor to his oath of duty. For\u003cbr\u003enearly a month he had crushed down the whispered temptings of this\u003cbr\u003ething between them. He represented the law. He was the law. For\u003cbr\u003etwenty-seven months he had followed Keith, and always there had been in\u003cbr\u003ehis mind that parting injunction of the splendid service of which he\u003cbr\u003ewas a part--\"Don't come back until you get your man, dead or alive.\"\u003cbr\u003eOtherwise--\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA racking cough split in upon his thoughts. He sat up on the edge of\u003cbr\u003ethe cot, and at the gasping cry of pain that came with the red stain of\u003cbr\u003eblood on his lips Keith went to him and with a strong arm supported his\u003cbr\u003eshoulders. He said nothing, and after a moment Conniston wiped the\u003cbr\u003estain away and laughed softly, even before the shadow of pain had faded\u003cbr\u003efrom his eyes. One of his hands rested on a wrist that still bore the\u003cbr\u003ering-mark of a handcuff. The sight of it brought him back to grim\u003cbr\u003ereality. After all, fate was playing whimsically as well as tragically\u003cbr\u003ewith their destinies.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thanks, old top,\" he said. \"Thanks.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis fingers closed over the manacle-marked wrist.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOver their heads the arctic storm was crashing in a mighty fury, as if\u003cbr\u003estriving to beat down the little cabin that had dared to rear itself in\u003cbr\u003ethe dun-gray emptiness at the top of the world, eight hundred miles\u003cbr\u003efrom civilization. There were curious waitings, strange screeching\u003cbr\u003esounds, and heart-breaking meanings in its strife, and when at last its\u003cbr\u003epassion died away and there followed a strange quiet, the two men could\u003cbr\u003efeel the frozen earth under their feet shiver with the rumbling\u003cbr\u003ereverberations of the crashing and breaking fields of ice out in\u003cbr\u003eHudson's Bay. With it came a dull and steady roar, like the incessant\u003cbr\u003erumble of a far battle, broken now and then--when an ice mountain split\u003cbr\u003easunder--with a report like that of a sixteen-inch gun. Down through\u003cbr\u003ethe Roes Welcome into Hudson's Bay countless billions of tons of ice\u003cbr\u003ewere rending their way like Hunnish armies in the break-up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You'd better lie down,\" suggested Keith.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147514233072,"sku":"2940013336186","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013336186_p0.jpg?v=1763579935","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013336186","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}