"It seems a very long way," she said, "and I am very cold." It was some time later when the wagon stopped with a jerk, and she roused herself as a glare of light shone about her.

Voices came out of it, somebody held out a hand, and a man whom she did not recognize lifted her from the wagon.

Then she walked unevenly into the brightness of a log-walled hall and grew faint, while a tingling pain ran through her with the change of temperature.

A woman whom she did not know clumsily took her wrappings from her, and then led her into a room where Seaforth drew a chair up to a table beside the stove.

Alice Deringham's head was throbbing, but she could see that he was white and haggard.
"How is he ?" she said, and the tingling pain grew more pronounced as she waited the answer.
Seaforth's face was very grave.