But he failed to convince himself.

He fell asleep at last, and his slumber was filled with fleeting visions.

When he awoke the cabin was filled with the glow of the lantern.

Father Roland and Mukoki were up, and a fire was crackling in the stove.
The four days that followed broke the last link in the chain that held David Raine to the life from which he was fleeing when the forest Missioner met him in the Transcontinental.

They were four wonderful days, in which they travelled steadily northward; days of splendid sunshine, of intense cold, of brilliant stars and a full moon at night.
The first of these four days David travelled fifteen miles on his snow shoes, and that night he slept in a balsam shelter close to the face of a great rock which they heated with a fire of logs, so that all through the cold hours between darkness and gray dawn the boulder was like a huge warming-stone.