“Bella says her wedding won’t be until the early summer and she’s thinking of making Carew bring her out to Banff or Glacier—he came out shooting or climbing once before. Then she’ll endeavor to look us up.”
He lighted his pipe and they sat in silence for a while. Then Crestwick rose and bringing a blanket from the tent wrapped it about him and lay down in the lee of the boulder near the fire. A few minutes later he was sound asleep; but Lisle sat long awake, thinking hard, while the snow drove by above him.
CHAPTER XXIII
A FORCED MARCH
When Crestwick awakened, very cold, and cramped, a little before daylight the next morning, it was still snowing, but Lisle was up and busy preparing breakfast.
“That looks like marching; I thought we were going to lie off to-day,” observed the lad.
“How do you feel?” Lisle inquired.
“Horribly stiff; but that’s the worst. Why are you going on?”