All the same, it looks as if I'd save my money by stopping now." He looked up, for there was a knock at the door and a man who had gone down to the settlements came in.

His skin cap was pulled down to meet the collar of his coat, leaving only his eyes and nose exposed, and fine frost-dried snow stuck to the shaggy furs.
"It's surely fierce to-night," he said.

"Thought we couldn't make it when we met the wind on Loon Lake, but there was no shelter on the beach and our tea had run out.

I brought a letter for Mr.Thirlwell along." "Nothing else ?" Scott asked.
The man said there was nothing, and when he went away Scott smiled.
"Well, that's a relief! I had expected a reminder that we hadn't paid our last bill for tools.

But I guess you want to read your letter." Thirlwell felt a thrill of satisfaction as he recognized the hand, for it was some time since Agatha had written to him.