"
"I see that." She shuddered involuntarily. "It's a grim country. It
frightens me."
"Don't let it," he said tenderly. "So long as we have our health and
strength we can win out, and be stronger for the experience. Winter's
a tough proposition up here, but you want to fight shy of morbid
brooding over things that can't be helped. This ever-lasting frost and
snow will be gone by and by. It'll be spring. And everything looks
different when there's green grass and flowers, and the sun is warm.
Buck up, old girl--Bill's still on the job."
"How can you prospect in the spring without horses to pack the outfit?"
she asked, after a little. "How can we get out of here with all the
stuff we'll have?"
"We'll manage it," he assured lightly. "We'll get out with our furs
and gold, all right, and we won't go hungry on the way, even if we have
no pack train. Leave it to me."
CHAPTER XXI
JACK FROST WITHDRAWS
All through the month of January each evening, as dusk folded its
somber mantle about the meadow, the wolves gathered to feast on the
dead horses, till Hazel's nerves were strained to the snapping point.
Continually she was reminded of that vivid episode, of which she had
been the unwitting cause.
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