At this moment a man, almost dead, dragged himself out of the hut and along the ice.
It was Louis Cornbutte.
It was Louis Cornbutte.
“My son!”
“My beloved!”
These two cries were uttered at the same time, and Louis Cornbutte fell fainting into the arms of his father and Marie, who drew him towards the hut, where their tender care soon revived him.
“My father! Marie!” cried Louis; “I shall not die without having seen you!”
“You will not die!” replied Penellan, “for all your friends are near you.”