He was a man, and must do a man's work.

With an oath he forced himself to act; reloaded his revolver, thrust it back into the holster at his hip, and, with one parting glance at poor Sam, ploughed across through the drifts to Carroll.

He realized now his duty, the thing he must strive to accomplish.

Wade and Wasson were gone; no human effort could aid them, but Carroll lived, and might be saved.

And it was for him alone now to serve Molly.