He explained what had happened.

Two rascally Chippewyans had deserted them, stealing off into darkness and storm with both dog teams and one of their sledges.

After that they had fought on, seeking for a drift into which they might dig a refuge.

But the Barren was as smooth as a table.

They had shouted, and Miss Tavish had screamed--not because they expected to find assistance--but on account of Tavish falling in the storm, and losing himself.