"Then I guess it's foolishness with me," she said.
"That's how I figgered when I saw you making this way, just as I was leaving the store. Say, that coat's mighty thin. Where's your fur—if you have to sit around here?"
Murray's eyes surveyed the long cloth coat doubtfully.
The girl shook her head.
"I'm not cold."
A sharp, splitting crack, followed by a dull, echoing boom drew the eyes of both towards the precipitous bank across the river. The great glacial field had already awakened from its long winter sleep. Once more it was the living giant of countless ages stirring and heaving imperceptibly but irresistibly.
The sound died out and the evening peace settled once more upon the world. In the years of their life upon this river these people had witnessed thousands, ay, perhaps millions of tons of the discolored ice of the glacier hurled into the summer melting pot. The tremendous voice of the glacial world was powerless to disturb them.
Murray gave a short laugh.
"Guess romance has no sort of place in these regions," he said, his thoughts evidently claimed by the voice they had both just listened to.
Jessie looked round.