Regnar dragged his prize to the little enclosure, and, pointing to the snow-flake, said,—
"Soon they grow larger, softer, then turn to rain. Then this skin and our boat must cover us, for the snow-water will spoil our house."
At that moment a flaw from the westward bore on its wings a repetition of the sounds they had heard in the morning, but nearer and more distinct than before. Heavily, measured, and mournfully, came the tones of the great bell, as the storm-vapors shut down closer, and the west wind blew fiercer across the icebound sea.
"They toll for the dead," said Regnar.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE PACK OPENS.—MYSTERIOUS MURMURS.—LOVE SCENES AND SOUNDS.
