Finally, after another two hours or so of hard going, we came out on Lurvey's Stream about half a mile below the camp, which was on the other bank.

A foot or more of water was running yellow over the ice; but the ice itself was still firm, and we were able to cross on it.
Even before we came in sight of the camp, we smelled wood smoke.
"Halse is there!" I exclaimed.
"It may be trappers from over the line," Addison said.

"Be cautious." I ran forward, however, and peeped in at the little window.

Some one was crawling on the floor, partly behind the old camp stove, and I had to look twice before I could make out that it was really Halstead.

Then we burst in upon him, and Addison said rather shortly, "Well, hunter, what are you doing here ?" Halstead raised himself slowly off the floor beside the stove, stared at us for a moment without saying a word, and then suddenly burst into tears! It was some moments before Halstead could speak, he was so shaken with sobs.