"Come on, Dick," he urged gently.

"It's discipline and endurance to-night.

I want you to fight this icy wind and grit your teeth against it.

Every battle won makes a force furrow in your will." He met Wherry's eyes and smiled with a flash of the irresistible magnetism which somehow awoke unconscious response in those who beheld it.

It flamed now in Wherry's clear young eyes, a look of dumb fidelity such as one sees now and then in the eyes of a faithful animal.