With voice and whip Paul encouraged them.

He was kind to animals, but never spared them--a strong man, who gave freely of his strength and expected an equal generosity.
"This is no place for Miss Delafield," added Steinmetz, looking straight in front of him.
"I know that!" answered Paul sharply.

"I wish to God she was not here!" he added in a lower tone, and the words were lost beneath the frozen mustache.
Steinmetz made no answer.

They drove on through the gathering gloom.

The sky was of a yellow gray, and the earth reflected the dismal hue of it.
Presently it began to snow, driving in a fine haze from the north.