"Lord," he said, "if I'm dreaming I don't want to wake."
Charly leaned forward and smote him on the shoulder.
"Shall I hit you like I did that afternoon in the Thompson House on the Vancouver water front?" he asked.
Then the certainty of the thing seemed to dawn upon the man, for he quivered, and his eyes half closed. After that he straightened himself with an effort.
"I should have known, and I think I did," he said. "Something seemed to tell me that you would come for us when you could."
Wyllard's face flushed, but he said nothing, and it was Charly who asked the next question.
"The others are dead?"
Lewson made a little expressive gesture. "Hopkins was drowned in a crevice of the ice. I buried Leslie back yonder."
He broke off abruptly, as though speech cost him an effort, and Wyllard turned to Overweg.
"This is the last of the men I was looking for," he said.