"Are you hurt?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Frozen?" he asked.
"Only tired—tired to death," she said.
The blinding drift sprang up and drove over them. He shielded her from it. He removed her pack from her shoulders and swung it to his own back and added her snowshoes to the load.
"And I have cramps," she moaned. "Snowshoers' cramps—in both legs—terribly."
"Then you must crawl," he said. "Follow me."
CHAPTER XIV
THE MAN-HUNTER
All went well, though slowly and with vast labor, for a few hundred yards; and then the girl stalled. Jim turned back, lifted her to her knees again and shook her again.