The drift with the wind might take him to the igloo that Yim must have built ere this.

How bright, and warm, and cosey its lamplighted interior would be.

How glad they would be to see him, and how he would laugh at all his recent fears.

But of course there was not one chance in a million of his finding the igloo.

It was not at all unlikely, though, that the drift might take him to a belt of timber, into which the bitter wind could not penetrate; and where he could crawl under the thick, low-hanging branches of some tent-like spruce.