The last fifty feet was like struggling against an irresistible hail from machine-guns.
Then came the shelter of the dune.
One at a time McKay helped to drag them through the hole which he used for a door.

For a space his vision was blurred, and he saw through the hazy film of storm-blindness the gray faces and heavily coated forms of those he had rescued.

The man he had found in the snow he placed on his blankets, and the girl fell down upon her knees beside him.

It was then Jolly Roger began to see more clearly.

And in that same instant came a shock as unexpected as the smash of dynamite under his feet.
The girl had thrown back her parkee, and was sobbing over the man on the blankets, and calling him father.