He was grizzled and gray-bearded, with military mustaches and a bald head.

He was not dead.

His eyes were open, and his blue lips were struggling to speak to the girl whose blindness kept her from seeing that he was alive.

And the coat which he wore was the regulation service garment of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police! Slowly McKay turned, wiping the film of snow-sweat from his eyes, and stared at the other two.

One of them had sunk down with his back to the snow wall.