He did not know that there were three people behind him, watching him.

What had they seen?
What had they understood?
Catrina and Maggie ran toward Paul.

They were on snow-shoes, and made short work of the intervening distance.
Paul had risen to his feet.

His face was grave.

There was a singular gleam in his eyes, which was not a gleam of mere excitement such as the chase brings into some men's eyes.
Steinmetz looked at him and said nothing.