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With Philip's hand in hers she turned to her father and mother. "Philip wants to scold me, Mon Pere," she said. "And I cannot blame him. He has seen almost nothing of me to-day." "And I have been scolding Miriam because they have given me no chance with the baby," rumbled Adare. "I have seen him but twice to-day the little beggar! And both times he was asleep.
Another of the log-bearers rolled out from the line, and Philip sprang into the vacancy. A fourth, a fifth and with a wild cry of horror John Adare called upon Philip to drop the log. Nothing but the bullets could stop the little band now. Seventy yards! Sixty! Only fifty more and the man ahead of Philip fell under his feet. The remaining six staggered over him with the log.
And he answered calmly: "That is the one story that will never be told, M'sieur. Come! They will wonder about us at Adare House. Let us return." Philip fell in behind him. Not until they were close to the door of the house did Jean speak again. "You are with me, M'sieur to the death, if it must be?" "Yes, to the death," replied Philip.
Just now we are going to that caribou steak." Out into the hall, through another door, and down a short corridor, he led Philip. Here a third door was open, and Adare stood aside while Philip entered. "This is my private sanctuary," he said proudly. "What do you think of it?" Philip looked about him. He was in a room almost as large as the one from which they had come.
Philip saw the anxious look that crept into Josephine's eyes. She looked at him closely, questioningly, yet he guessed that beyond what he had said she wanted him to remain silent. A little later, when Adare and his wife were walking ahead of them, she asked: "Where is Jean? What did he tell you last night?" Philip remembered Jean's warning. "I cannot tell you," he replied evasively.
And you, Ma Cheri," added Adare tenderly, taking his wife by the hand, "Do you remember that it was over this same trail that we took our first walk from home? We went to the Chasm." "Yes, I remember." "And here where we stand the wood violets were so thick they left perfume on our boots." "And you made me a wreath of them with the red bakneesh," said Miriam softly. "And braided it in your hair."
The ice was closed ahead, and Davis went south in open water to wait for better conditions. A north-west gale on January 28 enabled the ship to pass between the pack and the land off Cape Adare, and we crossed the Antarctic Circle on the last day of the month.
He reached out, and his hand touched her lightly as she huddled down in front of him. "Splendid!" he laughed. "You're a little brick, Josephine, and the best comrade in a canoe that I ever saw. Now if we go over all I've got to do is to swim ashore with you. Is it good walking to Adare House?"
It was a long, low building of logs, and was always open with its accommodations to the Indians and half-breeds men, women, and children who came in from the forest trails. Renault and the Indian were helping Metoosin build fires when they entered. Philip thought that Renault's eyes rested upon him in a curious and searching glance even as Adare shook hands with him.
It will do you good to see the baby before you go to bed. Won't you come, Miriam?" Josephine alone saw the look in Philip's face. And for one moment Philip forgot himself as he stared at John Adare and his wife. Beside this flowerlike slip of a woman Adare was more than ever a giant, and his eyes glowed with the tenderness that was in his voice.
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