--A bitter day. We are facing three fears
now: the fate of those we left behind; Lepage's fate; and the going
back. We are twenty miles from Manitou Mountain. If he is found,
I should not fear the return journey; success gives hope. But we
trust in God.
Another day passed and at night, after a hard march, they camped five
miles from Manitou Mountain. And not a sign! But Hume felt there was a
faint chance of Lepage being found at this mountain. His iron frame had
borne the hardships of this journey well; his strong heart better. But
this night an unaccountable weakness possessed him. Mind and body were on
the verge of helplessness. Bouche seemed to understand this, and when he
was unhitched from the team of dogs, now dwindled to seven, he leaped
upon his master's breast. It was as if some instinct of sympathy, of
prescience, was passing between the man and the dog. Hume bent his head
down to Bouche for an instant and rubbed his side kindly; then he said,
with a tired accent: "It's all right, old dog, it's all right."
Hume did not sleep well at first, but at length oblivion came. He waked
to feel Bouche tugging at his blankets.
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