"Darling, darling, you are safe now with me," he whispered, as she unclosed her eyes; "were you hurt by the fall?"
"Only my arm, Edward; it is very painful. I'm afraid it is broken—oh, put me down, the pain makes me faint."
"I love so to hold you to my heart," he said as he let her slip softly on the snow, and examined the wounded member.
"It is really broken, just above the wrist," he said in surprise, how careless I have been!"
Edward was not skilful in surgery, but he did the best he could with pocket handkerchief bandages.
Little Wolf nerved herself to bear the pain which every movement aggravated, and Edward again lifted her up.
"Now, darling, we shall soon get to the top."
"Where is Fanny?" said Little Wolf, suddenly remembering her protege.
"O, she is somewhere, working her way along in my track," said Edward.
Both looked back, and not far behind saw Fanny kneeling with closed eyes beside a snow capped rock. Her tiny hand, rough and red with cold and toil, clasped devoutly upon her breast, and her lips moved as if in prayer. The little black quilted hood she wore had fallen back, revealing soft golden hair, radiant in the slant rays of the declining sun, and upon her cheek a tear glistened like a dew-drop on a flower.