God knows I hope the tonic of the snows will bring her back to health this winter!" "It will," declared Philip.

"The signs point to a glorious winter, crisp and dry--the sledge and dog kind, when you can hear the crack of a whiplash half a mile away." "You will hear that frequently enough if you follow Josephine," chuckled Adare.

"Not a trail in these forests for a hundred miles she does not know.

She trains all of the dogs, and they are wonderful." It was on the point of Philip's tongue to ask a reason for the silence of the fierce pack he had seen the night before, when he caught himself.

At the same moment the Indian woman appeared through the door with a laden tray.