"Sometimes I get lonely, too.

There's a girl--down there--who wears a scarf like this, and what she wears smells like a flower, just as this does--" "Oui, I understand," said Pierrot softly.

"It is the way I feel when my Iowla is gone." He replaced the scarf in the box, and when he returned to the stove Philip explained why he had come to his cabin.

With Pierrot's promise to accompany him with dogs and sledge on his patrol the next day he prepared to go to bed.

Pierrot also was undressing, and Philip said to him casually, "This woman--at Churchill--Jacques--what if some one should tell you that she is not so much of an angel after all--that she is, perhaps, something like--like the woman over at Lac la Biche, who ran away with the Englishman ?" Pierrot straightened as though Philip had thrust a knife-point into his back.