The dogs bounded toward him.
"Hello there!" he called.

"Here you are; come this way." He urged forward his horse till he was nearly upon them.
"Oh, Kalman! Kalman! I knew it was you!" In an instant he was off his horse and at her side.
"You! You!" he shouted aloud above the howling gale.

"Marjorie! Marjorie!" He had her in his arms, kissing her face madly, while sobbing, panting, laughing, she sank upon his breast.
"Oh, Kalman! Kalman!" she gasped.

"You must stop! You must stop! Oh! I am so glad! You must stop!" "God in Heaven!" shouted the man, boy no longer.

"Who can stop me?
How can I stop?
You might have died here in the snow!" At a little distance the other figure was hanging to a tree, evidently near to exhaustion.
"Oh, Kalman, we were fair done when the dogs came, and then I wouldn't stop, for I knew you were near.