They shouted themselves hoarse for nearly an hour, and wandered aimlessly over the place.
“We must find them,” remarked Hugo.
“They will be lost in this terrible cold. Look, mate.”
“What is it?”
“A light.”
A dull glow, some distance away, met their vision.
“It’s the Aurora,” remarked Hugo.
“Not in the south, mate.”
“What, then?”
“Some kind of a fire.”