st we can, and whilst Lige stays
to help look after he, I comes for Doctor Joe. Pop's to the Post with
the dogs and I has to walk, and facin' the wind 'twere hard. And now
Doctor Joe's gone, the poor man'll sure die!"

"You has wonderful grit to come!" said Jamie admiringly. "'Tis
wonderful frosty and nasty outside."

"'Twere to save the boss's life! 'Tis the scout law," Peter asserted
stoutly. "I'll be goin' to the Post now for Doctor Joe."

"You're nigh done up, Peter. You'll be stayin' here with Jamie. _I'm_
goin' to the Post for Doctor Joe," declared Andy.

"I am most done up," Peter confessed. "But the wind'll be in your back
goin' to the Post. She's just startin' though, and she'll be a
wonderful sight worse than she is now before you gets there. 'Twill be
terrible nasty."

"I'm goin' too," said Jamie.

"You're not goin'," said Andy. "I'm bigger and I can travel faster if
you're not comin'. 'Twould be wrong to leave Peter here alone."

"I'm _goin_!" repeated Jamie stubbornly.

"Won't you be stayin' with me?" pleaded Peter. "I--I'm afeared to stay
here alone with those two men like to come in on me."

"I'll stay," Jamie consented.

A blast of wind shook the cabin.

"I'm fearin' you can't do it, Andy! 'Twill soon be too much for flesh
and blood out on the Bay!" said Peter.

"'Tis in my scout oath to do my best," said Andy, adjusting the hood
of his sealskin netsek. "I'm goin', now."

Andy closed the door behind him. It was pitchy dark. The snow was
driving in blinding clouds, and he stood for a moment to catch his
breath. Then he felt his way down across The Jug and out upon the Bay
ice. Here the full force of the north-east blizzard met him. He
staggered and choked with the first blast, then in a temporary lull
forged ahead.

The storm, as Peter predicted, had not reached its height. Each
smothering blast of fury was stronger and fiercer than the one before
it. Andy took advantage of the lulls, and save when the heavier blasts
came and nearly swept him from his feet, maintained a steady trot. In
the swirl of snow-clouds he could see nothing a foot from his nose.
Once he found himself floundering through pressure ridges formed by
the tide near shore. This he calculated was the tip of a long point
jutting out into the Bay, half-way between The Jug and the Post. Ten
miles of the distance was behind him. He drew farther out upon the
ice.

There were times when Andy had to throw himself prone upon th