He could feel the soft throbbing of her heart.
If he needed greater courage then it was given to him.
They went on. And then, so suddenly that it brought a stifled cry
from the girl's lips, they came upon the cabin. It was not a
hundred yards from them when they first saw it. It was no longer
abandoned. A thin spiral of smoke was rising from the chimney.
There was no sign of life other than that.
For half a minute Philip stared at it. Here, at last, was the
final hope. Life or death, all that the world might hold for him
and the girl at his side, was in that cabin. Gently he drew her so
that she would be unseen. And then, still looking at the cabin, he
drew off his coat and dropped it in the snow. It was the
preparation of a man about to fight. The look of it was in his
face and the stiffening of his muscles, and when he turned to his
little companion she was as white as the snow under her feet.
"We're in time," he breathed. "You--you stay here."
She understood. Her hands clutched at him as he left her.
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