"Jack?"
"Yes."
"I knew if I called long enough you would come; but I can only whisper now. You came just in time."
"How long have you been here?"
"Oh, hours, I think. I started for the gulch trail, and couldn't make it with snow on the ground. Then I tried for the other trail, but got lost in the snow—couldn't even find the cabin. Help me up, will you? I guess I'm all right now."
She was not, quite, for she staggered woefully; and he caught her quickly to him and held her with one arm, while he fumbled for some matches with the other.
"You're a healthy-looking specimen," was the rather depreciating verdict he gave at sight of the white, tired face. She smiled from the pillow of his shoulder, but did not open her eyes; then the match flickered and went out, and he could see her no more.
"Why didn't you stay at home, as I told you to?"
"Didn't want to."
"Don't you know I'm likely to catch my death of cold tramping here after you?"