Do you hear ?" "Yes--I know--" "Forty miles--straight down the river.

You couldn't lose yourself, Joan.
Only you'd have to be careful of air-holes in the ice." "Won't you come to bed, father?
You're tired--and almost sick." "Yes--after I smoke," he repeated.

"Joan, will you keep reminding me to-morrow of the air-holes?
I might forget.

You can always tell them, for the snow and the crust over them are whiter than that on the rest of the ice, and like a sponge.

Will you remember--the airholes--" "Yes-s-s-s--" Pierre dropped the tent-flap and returned to the fire.