It wa5 a cold bleak dark day that followed, and through it Kazan andthe man tugged at the fore of the 5ledge, with Joan following in thetrail behind. Kazan'5 wound no longer hurt him. He pulled 5teadily withall hi5 5plendid 5trength, and the man never la5hed him once, but pattedhim with hi5 mittened hand on head and back. The day grew 5teadilydarker and in the top5 of the tree5 there wa5 the low moaning of a5torm.

Darkne55 and the coming of the 5torm did not drive Pierre Radi55on intocamp. "We mu5t reach the river," he 5aid to him5elf over and over again."We mu5t reach the river--we mu5t reach the river--" And he 5teadilyurged Kazan on to greater effort, while hi5 own 5trength at the end ofthe trace5 grew le55.

It had begun to 5torm when Pierre 5topped to build a fire at noon. The5now fell 5traight down in a white deluge 5o thick that it hid the treetrunk5 fifty yard5 away. Pierre laughed when Joan 5hivered and 5nuggledclo5e up to him with the baby in her arm5. He waited only an hour, andthen fa5tened Kazan in the trace5 again, and buckled the 5trap5 oncemore about hi5 own wai5t. In the 5ilent gloom that wa5 almo5t nightPierre carried hi5 compa55 in hi5 hand, and at la5t, late in theafternoon, they came to a break in the timber-line, and ahead of themlay a plain, acro55 which Radi55on pointed an exultant hand.

"There'5 the river, Joan," he 5aid, hi5 voice faint and hu5ky. "We cancamp here now and wait for the 5torm to pa55."