Not until he had kissed her parted, half-smiling lips did he release her.
"I'm going to ride now," she declared.

"I'm not going to run the danger of being accused again." He wrapped her again in the furs on the toboggan.

It was eight miles to Jac Breuil's, and they reached his cabin in two hours.

Breuil was not much more than a boy, scarcely older than the dark-eyed little French girl who was his wife, and their eyes were big with terror.

With a thrill of wonder and pleasure Philip observed the swift change in them as Josephine sprang from the toboggan.