I will come there--sometime--as soon as I can--" A blast of cold air swept into his face.

He had thrust his revolver into its holster and now again for an instant he held Meleese close in his arms.
"You will be my wife ?" he whispered.
He felt her throbbing against him.

Suddenly her arms tightened around his neck.
"Yes, if you want me then--if you want me after you know what I am.

Now, go--please, please go!" He pulled himself through the window, hanging for a last moment to the ledge.
"If you fail to come--within a month--I shall return," he said.
Her hands were at his face again.

Once more, as on the trail at Le Pas, he felt the sweet pressure of her lips.
"I will come," she whispered.
Her hands thrust him back and he was forced to drop to the snow below.
Scarcely had his feet touched when there sounded the fierce yelp of a dog close to him, and as he darted away into the smother of the storm the brute followed at his heels, barking excitedly in the manner of the mongrel curs that had found their way up from the South.