"Here he is--" He dropped his burden, and the last of his words were twisted by a fresh blast of the storm.

But the figure behind the sledge had heard, and Jolly Roger saw her indistinctly at his feet, shielding the man he had found with her arms and body, and crying out a name which he could not understand in that howling of the wind.

But a thing like cold steel sank into his heart, and he knew it was not Nada he had found this night on the Barren.

He placed the unconscious man on the sledge, believing he was dead.

The girl was crying out something to him, unintelligible in the storm, and one of the men shouted in a thick throaty voice which he could not understand.