And then it happened. At a place where there were no signs, where the soft, unbroken snow seemed to advertise solidity beneath, the man broke through. It was not deep. He wet himself halfway to the knees before he floundered out to the firm crust.
There was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame.
It was as though he had just heard his own death sentence. For a moment he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been.
Maybe, if he ran on, his feet would thaw out; and, anyway, if he ran far enough he would reach the camp and the boys.
Then the thought came to him that the frozen portions of his body must be extending.
Well, he was bound to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it decently.