Just before dark he climbed a dead stub at the summit of a high ridge and half a dozen miles of the unbroken barren stretched out before his eyes.
At six o'clock he stopped to cook some tea and warm his meat and bannock.

After that he traveled until ten, then built a big fire and gave up the pursuit until morning.

At dawn he started again, and not until the forenoon was half gone did he find where the doctor had stopped to camp.
The ashes of his fire were still warm beneath and the snow was trampled hard around them.

In the north the clouds were piling up, betokening a storm such as it was not well for a man in Philip's condition of fatigue to face.

Already some flavor of the approaching blizzard was carried to him on the wind.
So he hurried on.