It was a man, and, as he tried to turn him over, he saw a slight red stain on the snow beneath his mouth.

The figure, thus roused, stirred and tried to sit up.

As he did so, the light from Sandy's lantern fell full on the dazed and swollen face of Carter Nelson.

The two faced each other for a space, then Sandy asked him sharply what he did there.
"I don't know," said Carter, weakly, sinking back against the tree.
"I'm sick.

Get me some whisky." "Wake up!" said Sandy, shaking him roughly.