CHAPTER XIII
SHOT TO THE CORE WITH SUNLIGHT
The storm had blown itself out before morning. A white world sparkled with flashes of sunlight when Moya opened the door of the cabin and gazed out. Looking down into the peaceful valley below, it was hard to believe that death had called to them so loudly only a few hours earlier.
Kilmeny emerged from the shaft-house and called a cheerful good-morning across to her.
"How did you sleep?" he shouted as he crunched across the snow toward her.
"Not so very well. Joyce slept for both of us."
Their smiles met. They had been comrades in the determination to shield her from whatever difficulties the situation might hold.
"I'm glad. Is she quite herself this morning? Last night she was very tired and a good deal alarmed."
"Yes. After you came Joyce did not worry any more. She knew you would see that everything came right."
The color crept into his bronzed face. "Did she say so?"