The darkness of night grew heavier about him, and now and then he found himself crawling on his hands and knees.

It was two hours before his dazed senses caught the glow of a fire ahead of him.

Even then it seemed an age before he reached it.

And when at last he staggered into the circle of light he saw half a dozen startled faces, and he heard the strange cry of Jean Jacques Croisset as he sprang up and caught him in his arms.

Philip's strength was gone, but he still had time to tell Jean what had happened before he crumpled down into the snow.
And then he heard a voice, Jean's voice, crying fierce commands to the men about the fire; he heard excited replies, the hurry of feet, the barking of dogs.