He climbed slowly and painfully down to it and saw the body of a man, clothed like a German forester.

His neck and many of his bones were broken, and his body was bruised frightfully.
John had no doubt that it was the missing Muller, and it was altogether likely that in the storm he had made a misstep, and had fallen into the ravine to instant death.
"What are you going to do ?" asked Julie, who saw him going out, spade on shoulder.
"I've found Muller at last," he replied soberly.
"Oh! I am sorry!" she said, shuddering as she looked at the spade.
"It's all I can do for him now." "I'm glad you thought to do as much." When John returned he had carefully wiped all the earth from the snow shovel.

The subject of Muller was never again mentioned by either of them, and while he experienced sorrow for a man whom he had never seen and who was an official enemy, he felt that a shadow was lifted from them.
The sun grew much warmer the next day, and the snow began to melt fast.
The rivulets in the runways swelled rapidly.

The snow sank inch by inch, and warm winds blew on the slopes.

The pines were now clear and little rivers were running down every ravine and gulch.