M'sieur Janette wants to give you this chance, and you'd better make good time.

So get a move on, Bucky.

You'll need a blanket and a little grub, that's all." "Steele, you don't mean this! Good God, man--" Nome had half risen to his feet.

"You don't mean this!" With his free hand Philip took out his watch.
"I mean that if you are not gone within fifteen minutes I'll march you over to Breed and the colonel, tell them the story of M'sieur Janette, here, and hold you until we hear from headquarters," he said quickly.
"Which will it be, Nome ?" Like one stunned by a blow Nome rose slowly to his feet.

He spoke no word as he carefully filled his pack with the necessities of a long journey.