"is certainly the sort of subject he'd use his films on."
They separated and searched under the snow about the house. In front of the hut, on the edge of a cliff, there seemed to be something under the snow to have caught a drift. Geoff examined and found only some scattered stones; a few feet off another patch of stones. He was leaving them, when all at once he realised the relation of the groups. The patches of stones were not cairns, but they lay in a line north and south, fifteen feet apart, the larger to the north! They were not cairns, but they might have been. If cairns, they had been built in the Aurora arrangement.
Geoff called the doctor's attention to it and together they searched the piles of rock.
"If they ever were cairns," Koehler summed up as they finally ceased to search, "these didn't tumble like that one on Mason Land. These were thrown down."
Geoff met him. "I got that too."
Was all that loneliness playing tricks with them? The spool under the snow told that some white man surely had passed there re-
