toward him. Evidently they had heard the shots and afterward had seen that something was wrong.
"Geoff," Margaret recognised and hailed him, "what is it?"
He stopped, panting, and let them come up. As they climbed the ridge they could clearly see Brunton and Koehler half carrying Hedon between them and Latham walking alongside with the guns.
"What is that? Who is that?" Margaret cried quickly. She saw that another man was there and that the trouble was not an accident to one of the hunters.
"Margaret, it's Eric!"
"Eric!"
"He was coming to meet us."
She had stopped, but now she was running ahead of the others toward the group. They did not see her coming, or at least only Latham might have. They were picking their way over very rough ice. Then Hedon looked up. As Margaret approached in her Eskimo garments he could not have known her at the distance, yet something made him certain it was she be-
