Then, out of the inferno of wind and snow he heard the shout again, and a moment later he caught sight of a dim figure plunging toward him. He ran forward.
It was Joe. He was almost exhausted and he was blue with cold. He staggered over toward the blaze and collapsed in a heap beside the fire.
"Thank goodness I saw the flames!" he gasped. "I was almost all in. I couldn't have gone another step."
"I thought I'd never find you. I hunted all over."
"I got lost. I couldn't find the trail."
"We're both lost now. I got off the trail myself when I was looking for you."
"I don't much care where we are so long as we're together again and we have a fire."
Joe extended his trembling hands to the blaze. In a short while he ceased shivering, and as the warmth pervaded his chilled body his spirits rose.
"That fire was a lucky thought," remarked Frank. "I was cold and it just occurred to me that you might see a fire through the storm even if you couldn't see me."
"I just caught a faint glimpse of it—just like a little pink patch shining through the snow. I was just about to give up and lie down on the rocks when I saw it."