His brother officers, standing near, pulled him back.

They looked at each other anxiously.

The merciless cold, striking its victims in various ways, had struck in some instances at their reason first.

Everybody loved Crayford.

Was he, too, going on the dark way that others had taken before him?
They forced him to seat himself on one of the lockers.
"Steady, old fellow!" they said kindly--"steady!" Crayford yielded, writhing inwardly under the sense of his own helplessness.