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Harry immediately offered his services, and she accepted them, agreeing to go out with him the next morning. And as they talked José glanced at them from time to time, a touch of malicious laughter in his odd glancing eyes; there were few things that escaped José. That evening, after Seagreave had gone home, when José and Gallito and Mrs. Thomas and Mrs.
"I must go down to the other cabin," she said, reluctance in her heart, if not in her voice. "I will go with you" Seagreave rose with alacrity to accompany her "and get the fires builded. It should really have been done long ago. But what am I thinking of? Wait a moment." He clapped his hand to his pocket. "One never knows what avenues of cleverness and cunning a great temptation may open up."
He rubbed his hand across his eyes. "It ain't true," he said loudly, positively, defiantly. "Hush," she exclaimed, darting forward. "What was that?" There was a sound as if some one had trod the underbrush not many feet away. She listened intently a moment, a wild fear at her heart that Seagreave might have returned unexpectedly. It was probably some animal, for there was no further sound.
Seagreave had entered and, approaching the window, stood looking at the white sloping plain without. "I couldn't chop any more wood," he said. "It seemed too commonplace after this thing that we have seen. But you how are you?" "I'm all right," she returned. But she did not meet his eyes; her black lashes lay long on her cheek; her cheek burned.
"The boys had the place all lit up with torches while they worked, and your Pop and I waited half the night for you down here. Why didn't you come?" Neither of the men had so far even glanced at Seagreave, but ignored him as thoroughly as if he were not there. Pearl looked at Flick a moment in frowning incomprehension.
Pearl and Seagreave had gone but a short distance from the cabin when suddenly Pearl shielded her eyes with her hand. "Look," she cried excitedly, and pointed to two men who were standing down by the bridge evidently awaiting them, "I can't quite see from here, but it is, it must be, Bob and Pop."
The dawns rose, the suns set, after the avalanche as before, and Pearl and Seagreave, alone in the cabin, isolated from the world of human beings, took up their lives together, together and yet apart, in the great, encompassing silence of this white and winter-locked world. Winter-locked, yes, but all the mighty, unseen forces of Nature were set toward spring.
"I suppose it's now she's goin' to ask 'em to stand by her, an' with leaders like Gallito an' Bob Flick an' Harry Seagreave to line 'em up an' carry things with a rush, where in hell are we?" But the dramatic appeal he had anticipated was not made.
I've seen her look just like the music sounds. That's a sand storm; there's no other sound in the world like it." He turned his eyes full of a puzzled wonder on Seagreave. "How can he play all that so that you and I can see it, when he can't see it himself?"
"Where?" asked Seagreave gently. "Home," she cried wildly. "To the church. We can at least die blessedly." Seagreave shook his head, his eyes on that white wall that snow mountain which rose from the edge of the crevasse and seemed almost to touch the sky. "Listen, Pearl," he spoke more earnestly now, as if to force some appreciation of the situation upon her mind.
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