Virginia considered. Few were the eyes, in her short days, that had beheld her in bed; but to save her she could not think of a reason why this kind offer should not be accepted. She was down to the realities; besides, the room was disagreeably chilly. She snuggled down and drew the blankets about her throat. "Come ahead," she invited. With scarcely a glance at her he entered and built a fire, and a few minutes later he brought in her steaming breakfast. The door was open then, and she saw the snow without. Her face was a little pale and her voice was strained when she spoke again. "What does it mean?" she asked. "What? The snow?" "Yes. Does it mean that winter has come?" "No. When winter does come, there never is any question about it--and it really isn't due for another month. If I thought it was real winter I'd advise going back. But I think it's just an early snowfall--to melt away the first warm day." "But isn't there danger--that by going farther we'd be snowed in?" "Even if winter should close down, and we find the snow deepening to the danger point, it wouldn't be too late to turn back then. Of course we've got to keep watch. A week or so of steady snow might make these mountains wholly impassable--the soft, wet snow of the Selkirks can't even be manipulated with snowshoes to any advantage. We'd simply have to wait till the snow packed--which might not be for months. But we can go on a few days, at least, and ride safely back through two feet of snow or more. Of course--it depends on how badly you want to go on." "I want to go--more than anything in the world." "Then we will go on. I've already sent Vosper to get the horses." He turned to his work. Lounsbury, his mood still unassuaged, called from his bed. "Bring me my breakfast here, Bronson," he commanded. "Lord, I've had a rotten night. This bed was like stones. I can't compliment you on your accommodations." Bill brought him his breakfast, quietly and gravely. "They're not my accommodations," Bill replied. "They're God Almighty's. And I made it just as comfortable for you as I can." "I think you could have provided folding cots, anyway. I've a great mind to turn back." He looked into the snow-filled sky. "By George, I will turn back. There's no sense in going any farther in this wild goose chase. It's a death trip, that's all it is--going out in this snow. Tell Miss Tremont that we're starting back." Bill stood straight and tall. "I've already talked that over with Miss Tremont," he answered quietly. "She has given the order to go on." The fleshy sacks under Lounsbury's eyes swelled with wrath. "She has, has she? I think she's already told you that I'm financing this trip, not her, and I've told you so too. I'm doing the hiring and giving the orders." "In that case, it's your privilege to order me to turn back, and of course I will obey. You will owe me, however, for the full thirty days."