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ible power of attraction which drew them gradually
together again, however earnestly they might try to
keep separate. In fact, they were beginning to be
affected by the long-continued march and the extremity
of the cold.

This last was so great that constant motion was
absolutely necessary in order to prevent them from
freezing. There was no time allowed for rest—life
and death were in the scale. Their only hope lay
in a continuous and rapid advance, so as to reach
the lost men ere they should freeze or die of star-
vation.

“Holo! look ’eer!” shouted Meetuck, as he halted
and went down on his knees to examine some marks
on the snow.

“These are tracks!” cried Captain Guy eagerly.
“What think you, Saunders ?”

“They look like it.”

“Follow them up, Meetuck. Go in advance, my
lad, and let the rest of you scatter again.”

In a few minutes there was a cry heard, and as the
party hastened towards the spot whence it came, they
found Davie Summers pointing eagerly to a little
snow-hut in the midst of a group of bergs.

With hasty steps they advanced towards it, and
the captain, with a terrible misgiving at heart, crept
in.

“Ah! then, is it yerself, darlint?” were the first
words that greeted him.

A loud cheer from those without told that they