ir had totally disappeared. How could the poor
darling help not having any money? It was her fault as much as his, and
he, just like her, was apart from the world, fighting it, just as she
had done. If only three o'clock would come. She saw herself running
towards him and putting her arms round his neck. "My blessed one!
Of course we are bound to win. Do you love me still? Oh, I have been
horrible lately."

13. A BLAZE.

"Max, you silly devil, you'll break your neck if you go careering down
the slide that way. Drop it, and come to the Club House with me and get
some coffee."

"I've had enough for to-day. I'm damp all through. There, give us a
cigarette, Victor, old man. When are you going home?"

"Not for another hour. It's fine this afternoon, and I'm getting into
decent shape. Look out, get off the track; here comes Fraulein Winkel.
Damned elegant the way she manages her sleigh!"

"I'm cold all through. That's the worst of this place--the mists--it's a
damp cold. Here, Forman, look after this sleigh--and stick it somewhere
so that I can get it without looking through a hundred and fifty others
to-morrow morning."

They sat down at a small round table near the stove and ordered coffee.
Victor sprawled in his chair, patting his little brown dog Bobo and
looking, half laughingly, at Max.

"What's the matter, my dear? Isn't the world being nice and pretty?"

"I want my coffee, and I want to put my feet into my pocket--they're
like stones... Nothing to eat, thanks--the cake is like underdone
india-rubber here."

Fuchs and Wistuba came and sat at their table. Max half turned his back
and stretched his feet out to the oven. The three other men all began
talking at once--of the weather--of the record slide--of the fine
condition of the Wald See for skating.

Suddenly Fuchs looked at Max, raised his eyebrows and nodded across to
Victor, who shook his head.

"Baby doesn't feel well," he said, feeding the brown dog with broken
lumps of sugar, "and nobody's to disturb him--I'm nurse."

"That's the first time I've ever known him off colour," said Wistuba.
"I've always imagined he had the better part of this world that could
not be taken away from him. I think he says his prayers to the dear Lord
for having spared him being taken home in seven basketsful to-night.
It's a fool's game to risk your all that way and leave the nation
desolate."

"Dry up," said Max. "You ought to be wheeled about on the snow in a