I prefer to continue my walk a little farther.

See! Some one is coming now!" By this time they had reached the wood-trail, and Frona's face was flaming as the other's had flamed.

A light sled, dogs a-lope and swinging down out of the gorge, was just upon them.

A man was running with the team, and he waved his hand to the two women.
"Vance!" Frona exclaimed, as he threw his lead-dogs in the snow and brought the sled to a halt.

"What are you doing over here?
Is the syndicate bent upon cornering the firewood also ?" "No.