It's I who want to place a little confidence in you now.

I am positively at my wits' end, and all over a situation which seems to place you and me in a class by ourselves--sort of brothers in trouble, you know," and he told McGill, briefly, of Isobel, and his search for her.
"I lost them between Lac Bain and Fort Churchill," he finished.

"The two sledges separated, one continuing to Churchill, and the other turning into the South.

I followed the Churchill sledge--and was wrong.

When I came back the snow had covered the other trail." The little professor stopped suddenly, and squared himself directly in Philip's path.
"You don't say!" he gasped.