." "What ?" He swept the perspiration from his forehead and flung it from him with a quick flirt of the hand.
"I wish I had eaten more breakfast." He grunted sympathetically.

They had reached the midmost ridge and could see the open river, and beyond, quite clearly, the man and his signal of distress.

Below, pastoral in its green quiet, lay Split-up Island.

They looked up to the broad bend of the Yukon, smiling lazily, as though it were not capable at any moment of spewing forth a flood of death.

At their feet the ice sloped down into a miniature gorge, across which the sun cast a broad shadow.
"Go on, Tommy," Frona bade.