He had sorrowed with himself; he had told himself that everything worth having was gone; but now, for the first time, he cursed himself.

To-day--these few hundred yards out in the snow--had come as a test.

They had proved his weakness.

He had degenerated into less than a man! He was....
He clenched his hands inside his thick mittens, and a rage burned within him like a fire.

Go with Father Roland?
Go up into that world where he knew that the one great law of life was the survival of the fittest?
Yes, he _would go_! This body and brain of his needed their punishment--and they should have it! He would go.