Now she must tell him of the loss of the dog-team, brought about by her impetuosity and disregard for his position as leader of the expedition.
She came upon the cabin and entered it, to find him still away. She took off her snow-covered garments with great difficulty, for her injured arm hurt her at the least movement. She was putting the kettle on the stove when he entered.
“Gee! but I thought we’d done with snow,” he ejaculated. “But I guess this is the last drop.”
He shook off his muklucks and flung the bearskin parkha into a corner. With his usual quick introspection he noticed that something was amiss.
“Anythin’ wrong?” he queried.
He touched her on the injured arm and she winced with pain.
“Hello, you ain’t hurt your arm?”
“Jim, I’ve done an awful thing. I’ve lost the dog-team.”
She saw him start, and realized the full extent of the loss. To her surprise his furrowed brows relaxed and he smiled whimsically.