There was something very like despair in Seaforth's eyes, and at last his comrade solemnly shook his fist at the forest.
"We have got to get him home straight off," he said.

Seaforth did not ask how it was to be done when they had the range to cross, but as one dreaming laid hold of his comrade again, and floundered towards the canoe, which lay close by them now.

He was still partly dazed when he took up the paddle and dimly saw the white pines sliding past through a haze of snow.

Nor did he remember whether he or Okanagan set the tent up when they reached the island near the canon, but he was sitting inside it holding out a smoking can of tea to Alton when some time after darkness had closed down Tom came in.

The snow had ceased in the meanwhile and a biting frost descended upon the valley through which the roar of the canon pulsed in long reverberations.