"I'm as hungry as a bear!" From outside there came the sharp cracking of a sledge-driver's whip and Gregson went to one of the small windows looking out upon the clearing.
In another instant he sprang toward the door, crying out to Howland, "By the god of love, there she is, old man! Quick, if you want to get a glimpse of her!" He flung the door open and Howland hurried to his side.

There came another crack of the whip, a loud shout, and a sledge drawn by six dogs sped past them into the gathering gloom of the early night.
From Howland's lips, too, there fell a sudden cry; for one of the two faces that were turned toward him for an instant was that of Croisset, and the other--white and staring as he had seen it that first night in Prince Albert--was the face of the beautiful girl who had lured him into the ambush on the Great North Trail!.