One of the blanketed figures had rolled over. Philip walked to the fire, threw on a fresh stick, and stirred the embers. The upspringing flash showed the face of an old man whose eyes were fixed with feverish intensity upon him. "What are you doing with the fire?" he asked querulously, with a slight foreign accent. "Stirring it!" "Leave it alone!" Philip listlessly turned away. "Come here," said the old man. Philip approached. "You need say nothing," said the old man after a pause, in which he examined Philip's face keenly. "I read your news in your face--the old story--I know it by heart." "Well?" said Philip. "Well!" said the old man, stolidly. Philip again turned away. "You buried the case and papers?" asked the old man. "Yes." "Through the snow--in the earth?" "Yes." "Securely?" "Securely." "How do you indicate it?" "By a cairn of stones." "And the notices--in German and French?" "I nailed them up wherever I could, near the old trail." "Good." The cynical look on Philip's face deepened as he once more turned away. But before he reached the door he paused, and drawing from his breast a faded flower, with a few limp leaves, handed it to the old man. "I found the duplicate of the plant you were looking for." The old man half rose on his elbow, breathless with excitement as he clutched and eagerly examined the plant. "It is the same," he said, with a sigh of relief, "and yet you said there was no news!" "May I ask what it means?" said Philip, with a slight smile. "It means that I am right, and Linnæus, Darwin, and Eschscholtz are wrong. It means a discovery. It means that this which you call an Alpine flower is not one, but a new species." "An important fact to starving men," said Philip, bitterly. "It means more," continued the old man, without heeding Philip's tone. "It means that this flower is not developed in perpetual snow. It means that it is first germinated in a warm soil and under a kindly sun. It means that if you had not plucked it, it would have fulfilled its destiny under those conditions. It means that in two months grass will be springing where you found it--even where we now lie. We are below the limit of perpetual snow." "In two months!" said the young girl, eagerly, clasping her hands. "In two months," said the young man, bitterly. "In two months we shall be far from here, or dead." "Probably!" said the old man, coolly; "but if you have fulfilled my injunctions in regard to my papers and the collection, they will in good time be discovered and saved." Ashley turned away with an impatient gesture, and the old man's head again sank exhaustedly upon his arm. Under the pretext of caressing the child, Ashley crossed over to Grace, uttered a few hurried and almost inaudible words, and disappeared through the door. When he had gone, the old man raised his head again and called feebly-- "Grace!" "Dr. Devarges!" "Come here!" She rose and crossed over to his side.