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hung in the wake of the storm.

meat. He heard. he strove to arouse
himself. but something more powerful
than his own will seemed pulling him
down into oblivion. II seemed an
eternity before he was conscious of n
voice again. He felt himself lifted
and opened his eyes with his head
resting against the Englishman's shoul-
der
Drink this, Thoreau." he heard.
He drank and knew that 1t was not
tea that ran down his throat.
"whisky Jack SOUP" he heard again.
"How is it?''
He became wide awake. Dixon was
offering him dozen small bits of
meat on a tin plate. and he ate with
out questioning. Suddenly. when there
were only two or three Of the smallest
scraps left. he stopped.
1T was whisky jack" he cried. II
have eaten It all!'
The young Englishman's white face
grinned at him.
I've got the -four inside cf me.
Thoreau. You've got the Moose bird.
Isn't that fairy'
The plate dropped between them.
Over It their hands met In a great.
clutching grip. and up from JAMS
heart there welled words which almost
burst from his lips in voice. words
which rang in his brain and which
were an unspoken prayer-"Melisse. l
thank the great God that It Is this man
whom you love!" But 1t was in silence
that he staggered to his feet and went
out into the gloom.
This may be only a lull in the
Storm" he said. I'VE must lose no
time. How long did you travel before
you made this camp?"
About ten hours" said Dixon. 81
made due west by compass until I
knew that l had passed Lac Balm and
then struck north"
"Ah, you have the compassw cried
Ian. his eyes lighting up. ''M'seur
Dixon, we are very near to the post II
you camped so soon! Tell me which Is
uCrth."
THAT is north"
Then we go south-south and east
IL you Travelled ten hours, first west
and then north, we are northwest OF
Lac Bain."
Jan spoke no more, but got his rife
from the shelter and put only the ten
and two pals In his pack. leaving the
remaining blanket upon the snow. The
Englishman followed close behind him.
bending weakly under the weight of
his gun.
Tediously they struggled to the top
If the ridge, and as Jan stopbed to
look through the gray day about him
Dixon sank down into the snow. When
the other turned toward him he grinned
up feebly into his face.
"Bushed," he gasped. Don't be-
lIeve can make 1t through this snow,
Thoreau."
There was no fear In his eyes, there
was even a cheerful ring in his voice.
A sudden glow leaped into JAMS face.
81 know this ridge" he exclaimed
"It runs within a mile Of Lac Balm.
You'd better leave your rifle behind"
Dixon made an effort to rise, and
Jan helped him. They went on slow
ly, resting every few hundred yards,
and each time that he rose from these
periods Of rest Dixon's face was twist
ed with pain.
"It's the -four and water anchored
amidshlps," he smiled grlmly. Cramps
ugh! wish you'd go on alone," he
urged. "You could send help
II promised Melisse that would
bring you back If | found you," re-
piled Jan, his face turned away. "If
the storm broke again you would be
lost"
"Tell me-telI me- he heard Dixon
pant eagerly, "did she send you to
hunt for me, ThoreauT
Something In the Englishman's voice
drew his eyes to him. There was an
excited flush in his starved cheeks;
his eyes shone.
"Did she send your
Jan struggled hard to speak calmly.
mot In words, M'seur Dixon. But
1 know that IL get you safely back
to Lac Balm she will be very happy"
Something came In Dixon's sobblng
breath which Jan did not hear. 4
little later he stopped and built fire
over which he melted more snow and
boiled tea. The drink stimulated them
and they went on. A little later still
and Jan hung his rife In the crotch
of sapling.
1--WE will return for the guns in a
day or so," he said.
Dixon leaned upon him more heavily
now, and the distances they Travelled
between resting periods became short
er and shorter. Three times they
stopped to build fires and cook tea. 1t
was night when they descended from
the ridge to the snow covered Ice Of
Lac Balm 1t was past midnight when
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