The doctor disappeared for the rest of the day, but early the next morning he hunted Phil up and took him to a cabin half a mile down the river.

A team of powerful dogs, an unusually large sledge, and two Indians were at the door.
"I bought 'em last night," explained the doctor, "and we're going to leave for the south to-day." "Giving up your hunt ?" asked Philip.
"No, it's ended," replied McGill in a matter-of-fact way.

"It ended at Pierre Thoreau's cabin.

Falkner was the third man to work out my experiment." Philip stopped in his tracks, and the doctor stopped, and turned toward him.
"But the third--" Philip began.
The little doctor continued to smile.
"There are more things in Heaven and earth, Philip," he quoted, "than are dreamed of in your philosophy.

This love experiment has turned out wrongly, as far as preconceived theories are concerned, but when I think of the broader, deeper significance of it all I am--pleased is not the word." "What I can't see--" Philip was stopped by the doctor's lifted hand.
"You see, I am relying on your word of honor, Phil," he explained, laughing softly at the amazement which he saw in the other's face.