In fact, I got one foot frost-bitten, and was lame for some while afterward.

It was the one I cut, which probably made it more susceptible." His face hardened a trifle as he recalled the agony of the march back through the snowy wilderness, and the weeks he had afterward spent, unable to set his foot to the ground, in the comfortless log hotel of a little desolate settlement.
"Wasn't it rather foolish to go up into the ranges in winter ?" Ida asked.
"It was," admitted Weston, with a faint, dry smile.

"Still, you see, I couldn't stay away.

The thing has become an obsession." Ida fancied that she understood.

He had on several occasions revealed to her his stubborn pride, and she knew that, whatever he thought of her, he would keep it to himself unless he found that mine.