"Look!" she said, suddenly.
Stirling stiffened his arm and turned. He saw the spire of a little church on the beach in the cove, where it showed against the snow of the hillside like a calling beacon.
"Starboard half a point," said Stirling to the wheelsman.
The Russian swung the wheel, and the girl still stared at the glistening spire, parting her lips to whisper:
"A house of worship—a church."
Stirling thrust out his hand and covered her fingers where they rested on the rail of the ship. She allowed them to remain there, and a glad warmth mingled and surged through their bodies.
The ship plowed on within the land ice which crunched under the sharp bow. Stirling glanced upward and saw the white spire against the dark clouds which had been driven across the snowy mountains of Greenland.
Then he clasped the girl's fingers as he drew her to him, and he felt her heated breath when their lips met.
THE END
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