"May we ?" There was gratitude in her eyes, which she made no attempt to express in words.

Jolly Roger liked her.

And Peter crept up behind her, and watched her as she followed Breault's example, and rubbed the cheeks of the bearded man with snow.
"There's an alcohol stove in the other pack," said Breault, with his hard, narrow eyes fixed steadily on Jolly Roger's face.

"By the way, what did you say your name was ?" "Cummings--John Cummings." Breault made no answer.

During the next half hour Jolly Roger felt stealing over him a growing sense of uneasiness.