Now he could go cautiously, he stopped and tried to brace himself at the end of the bridge.

Although he had run across not long since, he shrank from the dark, forbidding gaps.

For all that, he must get back, and feeling carefully for the ties, he reached the other side and was for some time engaged at the muskeg where two cars had overrun the broken rails.

At length he went to the log shack he used for his office and sleeping-room, and soon after he lighted his pipe Kemp came in.
"You made it," Kemp remarked.

"When you stopped me at the bridge I saw you'd get there." Lister laughed.