A realization of his deadly peril if he lost sight of the light flashed upon him.

Again and again he called into the night.

After that, bowing his head in the fury of the storm, he plunged on deeper into darkness.
A sudden wild thought seized upon his soul and thrilled him into forgetfulness of the light and the snow-dune and his own safety.

In the heart of this mad world he had heard a voice.

He no longer doubted it.
And the voice was a woman's voice! Could it be Nada?
Was it possible she had followed him after his flight, determined to find him, and share his fate?
His heart pounded.