It was with a dull feeling of pain that he compared the love, the faith, and the honor of this woman whose husband had committed a crime with that one night's indiscretion of Mrs.Becker.It was in her eyes and face that he had seen a purity like that of an angel, and the pain seemed to stab him deeper when he thought that, after all, it was the criminal's wife who was proving herself, not Mrs.Becker.
He strove to unburden his mind for a time, and turned his head so that he could peer through the hole in the side of the box.

The moon had risen, and now and then he caught flashes of the white snow in the opens, but more frequently only the black shadows of the forest through which they were passing.

They had not left Le Pas more than two hours behind when the sledge stopped again and Philip saw a few scattered lights a short distance away.
"Must be Wekusko," he thought.

"Hello, what's that ?" A voice came sharply from the opposite side of the box.
"Is that you, Fingy ?" it demanded.

"What the devil have you got there ?" "Your maps and things, sir," replied Fingy hoarsely.