But I suppose you remembered what you risked by leaving the food ?" "I cut the trace," Father Lucien went on.

"Another mass of snow fell and the sledge sank out of sight.

I imagine the stream swept it under the ice, for I could only see the dark water foam.

All the food I had except a bannock in my pocket was lost.

I forgot the team for a few moments and when I looked up they had gone." He paused and Thirlwell made a sign of sympathy.