"That's no wund, I tell ye that," said Alec, and, suiting the action to the word, he arose, crossed the room, and threw open the door.
A whirling gust immediately swept into the building, and threatened to extinguish the three candles which were performing noble duty.
"Hello! What——"
Alec's exclamation of wonder was interrupted by a snow-covered figure staggering full against him, and then falling heavily upon the floor.
Instantly every man sprang to his feet. It was enough to know that a stranger was in their midst, and needed assistance.
Scarf and cap were removed, the parka torn off, and hands, arms and legs freely rubbed. Presently Pete caught a full view of the prostrate man's face. Pie leaned down close for a better view.
"B'ys!" he shouted, straightening himself up; "it's 'im! it's 'im. My God, it's 'im!"
"And whose him?" replied Alec, thinking Pete had taken leave of his senses.
"Why, the parson at Klassan; the man I've told yez so much about; the chap that saved my life in Hell's Canyon five years ago. Quick, let's lift 'im to yon bunk!"