CHAPTER XXII.
THE IMMUTABLE LAW OF GOD "Peter! 'Tis Peter Sparks!" exclaimed Andy with vast relief to find it was not a murderous lumberman.
"I'm comin' after Doctor Joe!" gasped Peter, as half frozen he drew off his snow-caked netsek.
"Me rub your nose, Peter.

She's froze, and your cheeks too," broke in Andy, vigorously rubbing Peter's whitened nose and cheeks.
Peter was silent perforce while Andy manipulated the frosted parts until circulation and colour were restored.
"Come to the fire now and warm up," directed Andy.

"What you wantin' of Doctor Joe ?" "There's been murder done, or clost to un!" Peter, at last free to articulate, continued.

"Murder at the lumber camp!" "Murder!" repeated Jamie, awesomely.
"Aye, nigh to murder whatever!" Peter reiterated.
"Doctor Joe's gone to the Post," said Andy.

"Eli Horn came for he.