"'Who are you?'
"'Long.'
"Before this colloquy was over Lowe and Norman had started up the hill. Hastily filling his pockets with bread, and taking the two cans of pemmican, Colwell told the coxswain to take Long into the cutter, and started after the others with Ash. Reaching the crest of the ridge and looking southward, they saw spread out before them a desolate expanse of rocky ground, sloping gradually from a ridge on the east to the ice-bound shore, which on the west made in and formed a cove. Back of the level space was a range of hills rising up eight hundred feet with a precipitous face, broken in two by a gorge, through which the wind was blowing furiously. On a little elevation directly in front was the tent. Hurrying on across the intervening hollow, Colwell came up with Lowe and Norman just as they were greeting a soldierly-looking man who had come out of the tent.
"As Colwell approached, Norman was saying to the man: 'There is the Lieutenant.'
"And he added to Lieutenant Colwell:
"'This is Sergeant Brainard.'
"Brainard immediately drew himself up to the position of the soldier, and was about to salute, when Colwell took his hand.
"At this moment there was a confused murmur within the tent, and a voice said: 'Who's there?'
"Norman answered, 'It's Norman—Norman who was in the "Proteus."'
"This was followed by cries of 'Oh, it's Norman,' and a sound like a feeble cheer.