n. The landscape was empty and featureless except for the gray
smears of distant bluffs. Nothing moved on the white expanse, and there
was no sound but the measured thud of the horses' feet; the air was
still and keen with frost. When the cluster of wooden houses sank behind
a gradual rise, the wavy, blue riband of the trail was the only sign of
human activity in the frozen wilderness.

The snowfall, however, is generally light on the Western plains, and the
trail was good. Its smooth surface was dusty rather than slippery and
the team went fast. Everything was different from the varied grandeur of
the mountains; the eye found no point to rest upon, and the level snow
emphasized the loneliness. In spite of the thick driving-robe, the
cold bit through Charnock's worn-out clothes, but he was conscious of a
strange and almost poignant satisfaction. This was not because he was at
heart still something of a sybarite and had borne many hardships on the
railroad; he was going home and in an hour or two Sadie would welcome
him. It was curious, but when he married Sadie he had not thought she
could inspire him with the feeling he had now. But he had learned her
value and understood something of what she had done for him.

When it got dark he urged the horses and tried to control his
impatience. Later he felt his heart beat as he drove round the corner of
a shadowy bluff and saw his home-lights twinkle across the snow. A hired
man came out to take the team, he got down, nearly too numbed to move,
and as he stumbled up the steps Sadie met him with a cry of delight. She
drew him in and when he stood, half-dazed by the brightness and change
of temperature, in the well-warmed room, she took her arm from round his
neck and moved back a pace or two.

Charnock's skin-coat was ragged, his mittens were tattered, and his long
boots badly worn. He looked tired and unkempt, but Sadie's eyes were
soft as she studied him.

"Your face is very thin, but I don't like it less," she said. "You
haven't come back the same, Bob; I think you have grown."

"Perhaps the pains account for the thinness," Charnock answered with a
smile. "Anyway, you ought to be satisfied, because you tried to make me
grow, and in a sense I was very small when I left you. But we won't be
sentimental and I want to change my clothes."

He found fresh clothes ready, and when he came back his slippers, pipe,
and a recent newspaper occupied their usual place. Sitting down wi