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The River¡¯s End by James Oliver Curwood
"The River's End" by James Oliver Curwood is a novel likely written in the early 20th century. The story revolves around two men, Derwent Conniston, a member of the Northwest Mounted Police, and Keith, an outlaw who has captured Conniston's interest due to their striking physical resemblance. The novel explores themes of morality, justice, and identity, as Conniston finds himself grappling with the implications of his duty versus the kinship he feels towards Keith. The opening of "The River's End" sets a suspenseful and introspective tone, as Conniston reflects on his long pursuit of Keith, a man he was tasked to bring in for a crime. They find themselves in a tiny cabin surrounded by the fierce arctic storm, where Conniston is near death from an illness. The dynamics of their relationship become complex as Conniston discovers that Keith, despite being his quarry, has been trying to nurse him back to health. As Conniston discusses his impending death and the burden of bringing in Keith alive, he proposes a daring exchange of identities. The narrative quickly escalates with tension and the question of morality, friendship, and sacrifice hanging in the balance.

Summary
Between Conniston, of His Majesty's Royal Northwest Mounted Police, and Keith, the outlaw, there was a striking physical and facial resemblance. Both had observed it, of course. It gave them a sort of confidence in each other. Between them it hovered in a subtle and unanalyzed presence that was constantly suggesting to Conniston a line of action that would have made him a traitor to his oath of duty. For nearly a month he had crushed down the whispered temptings of this thing between them. He represented the law. He was the law. For twenty-seven months he had followed Keith, and always there had been in his mind that parting injunction of the splendid service of which he was a part?"Don't come back until you get your man, dead or alive." Otherwise?

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Contents
CHAPTER I. Between Conniston, of His Majesty's Royal Northwest
CHAPTER II. His clenched hands relaxed
CHAPTER III. Dawn _ the dusk of another night
CHAPTER IV. For a week John Keith followed up the shores
CHAPTER V. Keith's first vision, as he entered the office
CHAPTER VI. In the hall beyond the secretary's room
CHAPTER VII. Why should Miriam Kirkstone call him up
CHAPTER VIII. The storm had settled into a steady drizzle
CHAPTER IX. Keith's hand was on the butt of his revolver
CHAPTER X. For a space Keith did not raise his head
CHAPTER XI. Stunned by a shock that for a few moments
CHAPTER XII. Necessity had made of Keith a fairly accurate
CHAPTER XIII. The words beat in his brain
CHAPTER XIV. A quarter of an hour later
CHAPTER XV. They went on through the golden morning
CHAPTER XVI. An hour later, alone and heading
CHAPTER XVII. Keith lost no time in heading for Shan Tung's
CHAPTER XVIII. Wallie, suffering the outrage of one
CHAPTER XIX. In those ten days all the wonders of June
CHAPTER XX. With a face out of which all color had fled
CHAPTER XXI. It was as if with a swiftness invisible
CHAPTER XXII. Into a narrow corridor, through a second door
CHAPTER XXIII. All through the starlit hours of that night
CHAPTER XXIV. For a matter of ten seconds neither of the two
CHAPTER XXV. It was many minutes