The Lieutenant-Governor's face grew serious.
"No. He must have been held up. I doubt, now, if he can get here in time."
"He must!" Hector struggled to sit up in bed. "So much depends on it. He must get through. He cannot fail us, surely——"
The Lieutenant-Governor put out a hand.
"Don't excite yourself, Adair. Take it quietly, man; take it quietly."
The Superintendent fell back exhausted.
"Has the blizzard died down?"
"Yes. There's still a chance."
"Well, we must get ready."
"But you're really not fit."