He had traveled sixty miles in a day and a half, and his legs and back began to show signs of the strain.

In spite of this fact, his spirits rose with every mile he placed behind him.

He knew that it would be impossible for Isobel and her father to stand the hardship of fast and continued travel.

At the most they would not make more than twenty miles in a day, and even with his scrub team he could make thirty, and would probably overtake them at the end of the next day.

And then it occurred to him, with a pleasurable thrill, that to find Isobel again on the trail, as he had first seen her, would be a hundred times better than finding her at Lac Bain.