"She's only chilled and recovering from a trifling shock. The tidal wave threw her into the sea."
"Oh!" The boy stood thinking for a moment. "Do—do you intend to remain in Siberia all winter?"
"We had no such intentions when we came, but the storm and the white line caught us. No more boats now."
"The white line of ice from the north? No more boats this season?"
Then quickly, "Say, you two can keep my cabin. The shack on the beach is poor, and I dare say you haven't much food. There's a bunk below the deck where I can be quite comfortable. We'll be snug as a bug in a bushel basket."
Marian lifted a hand in feeble protest. What was the use? They were trapped in Siberia. Here was an American who seemed at least to be a friend.
"I'll go for your things. You stay here. Any dogs?"
"Three."
"Good! I'll be back quicker than you think."
He was away. Bounding from ice-cake to ice-cake he soon disappeared.
Marian turned to enter the cabin.