"A nerve-shaking jar! But what became of the dogs ?" "I think they were afraid of the ice.

If my camp had been made and a fire lighted, they might have come in for warmth, but I was not their master, and perhaps they took the back trail to the spot we started from.

Well, as I could not follow, I limped on until I reached the pine clump, where I slept, and then dragged myself across the divide to this corner among the rocks.

I knew I could go no farther and sat down to wait--" Father Lucien's voice was calm and Thirlwell knew his courage had not failed.

The man had often risked death when duty sent him out across the snowy wilds.
"Anyhow," said Thirlwell, "I'm glad I found you before it was too late.
It's something I and others will long be thankful for." Father Lucien smiled deprecatingly.