"Yes, I and Jean Bènard!"
"I saw you and I wondered," cried Helen. "But the half-breed had told me you were dead."
"We lost you in the snow," said Stane, continuing his explanation, "but found Anderton, and though the snow was as bad as ever, after a time we started to search for your trail. Jean Bènard found it deep in the wood where we were searching, knowing the lake was impossible for any one to travel in the storm, and after he had made the discovery, Anderton and I started to track you."
"And where is Jean Bènard?" asked Helen quickly. "I want to thank him for saving you, for bringing joy back to me when I thought that it was dead for ever."
"He is following us, he will be here, presently."
"Then I shall see him?"
"I hope so. But we must hurry on, dear. The dogs——"
"Bother the dogs—."
"But I want to hear Gerald Ainley's explanation. It is important that I should."
"I have already heard it," said Helen quickly. "It is full of lies."