Sidney kept the fire replenished, maintaining a constant brisk though small blaze. In the restricted quarters the heat was given back from wall and sloping ceiling until it was almost like a warm room. Sidney’s own exertions, quite independent of the fire, put his whole body in a most agreeable glow, but he was becoming fatigued and hungry almost to the limit of endurance. Finally, as he had used his entire stock of fuel, he went along the base of the cliff to search for more, first covering Raymond with the blankets. As he returned with an armful of sticks he saw that his brother’s eyes were open. “Hello, Ray,” he cried cheerily; “how’s this for a camp!” Raymond smiled faintly and whispered, “Gee, but I’m tired!” “You have a right to be tired,” said Sidney, “and there’s nothing to do now but rest.” “It’s fine to have nothing to do,” said Raymond from his bed. “Isn’t it?” responded Sidney, though at the time he was so tired he could hardly stand. “I think now,” he continued, “I’ll sit down and have some supper. Don’t you want something to eat, Ray?” “I’m too tired to eat, and too warm to move, but you go ahead, I’ll eat something after a while.” “I’m glad you’re warm, Ray,” said Sidney as he opened a knapsack and took out some food, “for you certainly were not an hour ago.” Raymond lay quiet, as if thinking, for a moment, then he raised himself on his elbow. “Heck! Sid,” he exclaimed; “did you bring me in here? I remember now I was out in the snow, and thought I couldn’t go any farther.” “Yes, and you were a mighty heavy tug. It was lucky you gave out when you did, though, Ray, within reach of this fine place.” “You certainly are a trump, Sid; you always pull me through.” “Well, now you’d better have some supper; I know you’re hungry.” “Yes, I am hungry, and seeing you eat makes me hungrier. Jiminy! Wouldn’t it be swell to have some hot coffee?” “It would that,” replied Sidney. “But never mind, we’ll get where there’s coffee before long.” At Bezheeta they had obtained bread and a little cheese, the latter being a great treat, for they had been some days without any. The bear steaks had been consumed before they reached the village. They sat on their blankets back of the little fire and ate the bread and cheese with great relish. For drink, of which they did not care for much, they melted fresh snow in the cup. As the boys sat munching their supper they looked out on a very Arctic landscape. They were at the upper end of the ravine they had been following up, and only a short distance from the summit, with an outlook that would, in daylight, embrace many miles of the north side of the range. The sky had cleared after the storms of the day, and a full moon, just above the crests in the east, flooded with a soft light the rocky cliffs and ravines that were rounded with their covering of white.