"Never! If he can't keep up let him stay and die." "No, Kalman, I am quite strong." She slipped off the horse, Kalman growling his wrath and disgust, and together they assisted Mr.Penny to mount.

By this time they had reached the thickest part of the woods.

The trees broke to some extent the force of the wind, but the cold was growing more intense.
"Single file here!" shouted Kalman to Marjorie.

"You follow me." Slowly, painfully, through the darkness and drifted snow, with teeth clenched to keep back the groans which the pain of his foot was forcing from him, Kalman stumbled along.

At length a misstep turned his foot.