Harold Bindloss,
For the Allinson Honor
“ THE CACHEThe two prospectors forgot their weariness as they rushed to the dying fire. Carnally looked at the embers."Can't have been gone long," he declared."Shout, Jake!" cried Andrew. "I'm out of breath."Carnally called, and Andrew's heart throbbed when a faint cry rose in answer. His anxiety had not been groundless: a lonely man runs many risks in the frozen North. Following the sound, they hastened up the ravine, and as they rounded a projecting boulder, a red glow flashed out a little distance ahead, died down, and rose more clearly. ”
