“Possibly. If so, they will be guided by the light.”
“And you, Will?”
“I am going to scale the cliffs.”
Tom uttered a cry of dismay.
“In this terrible storm?”
“Yes, Tom.”
Will began the slow and difficult ascent.
A dozen times he slipped and fell, but he finally had the satisfaction of reaching the summit of the rocks overlooking the frozen lake.
He had brought the can of alcohol and some pieces of cloth with him.
Saturating the latter with the alcohol, he set them afire and waved them to and fro.