"WITHOUT COMPASS OR GUIDE"
It was with a staggering sense of hopelessness that the two girls on the bosom of the Arctic floe saw the snow-fog settle down.
"It's likely to last for days, and by that time—" Marian's lips refused to frame the words that expressed their condition when the snow-fog lifted.
"By that time—" echoed Lucile. "But no, we must do something.
Surely, there is some way!"
"Without compass or guide?" Marian smiled at the impossibility of there being a solution.
Unconsciously, she had repeated the first line of an old song. Lucile said over the verse:
"Without compass or guide.
On the crest of the tide.
Oh! Light of the stars,
Pray pilot me home."
Involuntarily, her glance stole skyward. Instantly an exclamation escaped her lips:
"Oh, Marian! We can see them! We can! We can!"
"What can we see?" asked Marian.