the ringing
of an electric bell.

"When he heard it he turned on the lights," said Cabot to himself.
"It's a great scheme for scaring off Indians and attracting white men.
I wonder if any other person ever found the place? What a marvellous
thing my stumbling on it was, anyhow. Now, which way did I come?"

Gazing blankly at the surrounding chaos of snow-covered rocks, our lad
could form no idea of the route by which he had been led to that place,
through the storm and darkness of the preceding night, nor of how he
might leave it.

"There is no use wandering aimlessly," he decided at length, "and I'll
either have to gain a bird's-eye view of the country or get Mr. Balfour
to make me a map. To think that I should have discovered him, and here
of all places in the world. What a sensation it will make when I tell
of it. Of course I shall do so, for I'll get out of this fix all right
somehow. What a state of mind poor White must be in this morning. I
know I should be in his place. He's all right, though, with Yim to
pull him through, and they'll make Indian Harbour easy enough. Then I
shall be reported lost, and after a while Mr. Hepburn will hear the
news. Wonder what he thinks has become of me anyhow? I am following
out instructions, and wintering in Labrador fast enough. Only I don't
seem to have much time to investigate mining properties, and of course
it's no use trying to find 'em buried under feet of snow. Perhaps Mr.
Balfour has discovered some while roaming around the country as a
man-wolf. How absurd to think of 'Voltage' Balfour as a man-wolf!
Wonder why he did it? How I wish he could talk! Wonder why he can't?"

While thus cogitating, Cabot had also been climbing a nearby eminence
that promised a view of the outlying country, but from it he could see
nothing save other hills rising still higher and an unbroken waste of
snow.

"It's no use," he sighed. "I don't believe I could find them, even if
I had plenty of time. As it is, I don't dare stay away from Mr.
Balfour any longer. I'm afraid he's a very sick man, with a slim
chance of ever pulling through."

So Cabot, after an absence of several hours, turned back towards the
snug shelter so providentially provided for him, and for which he was
just then more grateful than he could express. He was thinking of the
many wonders of the place when he reached its door; but, as he opened
it and stepped inside the room, he was greeted by a greate