The storm was at an end--and it was almost dawn.

In a quarter of an hour the shot like snow of the blizzard had changed to big soft flakes that dropped straight out of the clouds in a white deluge.

By the time day came their trail would be completely hidden from the eyes of the Eskimos.

Because of that Philip traveled as swiftly as the darkness and the roughness of the forest would allow him.

As nearly as he could judge he kept due east.