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He had spoken his thoughts aloud, and Ferriss, who had crawled into his sleeping-bag again, looked at him curiously. Even Muck Tu turned his head from the sickening mess reeking upon the cooker. There was a noise of feet at the flap of the tent. "It's Adler," muttered Ferriss. Adler tore open the flap.
It was long before their talk turned from the incident of the morning, but when it did its subject was Richard Ferriss. Bennett was sounding his praises and commending upon his pluck and endurance during the retreat from the ship, when Lloyd, after hesitating once or twice, asked: "How is Mr. Ferriss? In your note you said he was ill."
The dogs were hauled upon the ice; the few loads that yet remained upon the sled were transferred to another; that sled was abandoned, and once more the expedition began its never-ending battle to the southward. The lanes of open water, as foreshadowed by the water-blinks that Ferriss had noted in the morning, were frequent; alternating steadily with hummocks and pressure-ridges.
Ten o'clock struck, then eleven. Bennett was still muttering in the throes of delirium, still calling for Ferriss, imploring him to answer to the roll-call; or repeating the words: "Dick Ferriss, chief engineer died at the hands of his best friend, Ward Bennett," in tones so pitiful, so heart-broken that more than once Lloyd felt the tears running down her cheeks.
Other sounds, hollow and shrill treble mingling with diapason joined in the first. The noise came from just beyond the pressure-mound at the foot of which the party had halted. "Forward!" shouted Bennett; "hurry there, men!" Desperately eager, the men bent panting to their work. The sledge bearing the whaleboat topped the hummock. "Now, then, over with her!" cried Ferriss. But it was too late.
"You told me to hide away from everybody, not even to allow my mail to be forwarded. But I'll let you know where to reach me, of course, as soon as I get there. It won't be far from town." "And I will take your place here with Mr. Ferriss; somebody will be with him at every moment, and I shall only wire you," continued the doctor, "in case of urgent necessity.
I shall want the dog biscuit and dried fish for our own use." "I suppose it will come to that," answered Ferriss. "Come to that!" returned Bennett grimly; "I hope the dogs themselves will live long enough for us to eat them.
It drew near, and she saw that its only occupant was a man leaning back rather limply in the cushions. As the eye of the trained nurse fell upon him she at once placed him in the category of convalescents or chronic invalids, and she was vaguely speculating as to the nature of his complaint when the carriage drew opposite her phaeton, and she recognised Richard Ferriss.
"Yes," continued Ferriss slowly, trying to invent the most plausible lie. "We had been speaking of the expedition and of you. I don't know how the subject was brought up, but it came in very naturally at length. She said yes, I recall it. She said: 'You must bring him back to me. Remember he is everything to me everything in the world."
Once or twice from the little orchard close at hand an apple dropped with a faint rustle of leaves and a muffled, velvety impact upon the turf. Kamiska, wide awake, sat motionless upon her haunches on the steps, looking off into the night, cocking an ear to every faintest sound. Well, Ferriss was dead, and he, Bennett, was responsible. His friend, the man whom most he loved, was dead.
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