I want one with an open grit that you could grind a knife down with." It was long before Alton awakened, and then it became evident that he was not wholly sensible.

Loss of blood, over-fatigue, exposure and hunger had left their mark on him, and while he rambled disjointedly a bitter wind sprang up.

It raged down the valley, bringing with it the cold of the Pole, and while the pines raised their wild voices, the water congealed in the kettle, and in spite of the great fire built outside it the tent grew icy.

At noon Tom of Okanagan glanced at his patient and shook his head, while Seaforth felt his misgivings confirmed as he saw his face.
"I guess we've got to wait for to-morrow.

There'll be snow to-night," he said.
It was a long day to Seaforth.