"I think I will wait here," she told the little girl. "Will you please go and find out if Mr. Ennis is there, and whether he is all right again? I'll sit down on this log and wait till you come back." The child looked rather puzzled but she ran down the path that led to the cabin. Madge saw her stopping in front of the door, at which she knocked. She heard her call out and then wait, as if listening. At once came Maigan's voice. He was barking but the sound was not an angry one. Rather it sounded plaintively. Finally the girl pulled the door open, after fumbling at the latch, and the dog ran out, barking again and rolling in the snow. Then he sniffed the air and discovered Madge, at once running towards her and pushing his muzzle in her hand. She stroked his head and he ran back, going but a few steps and turning around to see if she followed. She rose slowly, a sense of fear coming over her, and hesitatingly went down the path also. At this moment the child came out, looking frightened, and hastened over to her. "Heem seek--very seek," she cried, and Madge found herself running now, with her heart beating and her breath coming fast. The terrifying idea came to her that perhaps he was dead. But as she entered the place the man rose painfully on his bunk. His face was amazingly pale and his features drawn--hardly recognizable. "Sorry, must beg your pardon--I intended to come over," he told her, hoarsely. "It--it's some silly sort of a fever. I--I'll be better pretty soon. It's that blessed arm of mine, I think, and--and I'm frightfully thirsty. If--if you'll ask the kid...." Madge peered about her, but there was no water in sight. Even if there had been any she knew it would have frozen solid in the fireless shack whose interior had struck a chill through her. She seized a pail. "Where does one get it?" she asked. "Or do you have to melt ice?" "There's a spring. It's halfway down to the pool. Never quite freezes over. Let that girl go for it, Miss Nelson. Or--or I may go myself in a minute. Only waiting till--till my teeth stop chattering. Then I can light--light the fire and--and make hot tea. It--it's such a stupid nuisance and--and I'm giving you a lot of bother."