The three now fully awakened members of the party proceeded to direct their attentions to Ranworth. While Leslie and Guy vigorously worked the unconscious man's arms and legs, Rogers rubbed his face with snow, until Ranworth opened his eyes.
"Up with him!" ordered Rogers.
They set the protesting Ranworth on his feet, and with justifiable roughness compelled him to walk.
Once, when through sheer want of breath they desisted, the patient's head immediately fell forward on his chest. But for the support given by his companion, Ranworth would have again collapsed upon the snow.
"Ahoy!"
A hail, sounding loud and clear, attracted the attention of Leslie and his comrades.
Looking across the bay, they saw at a distance of about a mile and a half the figure of a man. Owing to the rarefied atmosphere, the sound of his voice travelled with startling clearness.
"Ahoy!" replied Rogers. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Payne," was the response. "Fetch up here, sharp as you can. Here's the sleigh as sound as a bell."
"Thanks be!" ejaculated Rogers. "We're saved, Master Leslie. Mr. Ranworth, do you hear? Payne has found the sleigh. He says she's all right."