"Oh, Wolf!" She went on, her breath coming pantingly now, even from her brief exertion.

The snow was not so deep on the ice of the river.

But a wind was rising.

It came from the north and east, straight in her face, and Joan bowed her head as she pulled with Kazan.

Half a mile down the river she stopped, and no longer could she repress the hopelessness that rose to her lips in a sobbing choking cry.