One day I was wakened by Radisson crying like a baby, and when I sat up in my ice bunk he caught me by the shoulders and told me that he had seen something that looked like the glow of a fire thousands and thousands of miles away.

It was the sun, and it came just in time." "And this other man you speak of, Radisson ?" she asked.
"He died two hundred miles back," replied Philip quietly.

"But that is unpleasant to speak of.

Look ahead.

Isn't that ridge of the forest glorious in the sunlight ?" She did not take her eyes from his face.
"Do you know, I think there is something wonderful about you," she said, so gently and frankly that the blood rushed to his cheeks.