He was half stripped and enjoying a steaming sponge bath when Croisset returned with his dunnage sack.

The Arctic had not left him much to choose from, but behind the curtains which Jean had pointed out to him he found a good-sized wardrobe.

He glowed with warmth and comfort when he had finished dressing.

The chill was gone from his blood.

He no longer felt the ache in his arms and back.