The strain of this onrush was not so great. The cake held together.
Gradually it settled back to its place.
Marian glanced in the direction of the wreck. They were very much nearer to it than to the sh.o.r.e. She thought she saw a small cabin in the stern. Lucile must be relieved of her water soaked and fast-freezing garments at once.
"Can you walk?" she asked as Lucile staggered dizzily to her feet.
"I"ll help you. The wreck--we must get there. You must struggle or you"ll freeze."
Lucile did try. She fought as she had never fought before, against the stiffening garments, the aching lungs and muscles, but most of all against the almost unconquerable desire to sleep.
Foot by foot, yard by yard, they made their way across the treacherous tangle of ice-piles which was still in restless motion.
Now they had covered a quarter of the distance, now half, now three-quarters. And now, with an exultant cry, Marian dragged her half-unconscious companion upon the center of the deck.
"There"s a cabin aft," she whispered, "a warm cabin. We"ll soon be there."
"Soon be there," Lucile echoed faintly.
The climbing of the long, slanting, slippery deck was a terrible ordeal. More than once Marian despaired. At last they stood before the door. She put a hand to the k.n.o.b. A cry escaped her lips. The cabin door was locked.
Dark despair gripped her heart. But only for an instant.
"Lucile, the key! The key we found in the cabin! Where is it?"
"The key--the key?" Lucile repeated dreamily.
"Oh, yes, the key. Why, that"s not any good."
"Yes, it is! It is!"
"It"s in my parka pocket."
The next moment Marian was prying the key from a frozen pocket, and the next after that she was dragging Lucile into the cabin.
In one corner of the cabin stood a small oil-heater. Above it was a match-box. With a cry of joy Marian found matches, lighted one, tried the stove, found it filled with oil. A bright blaze rewarded her efforts. There was heat, heat that would save her companion"s life.
She next attacked the frozen garments. Using a knife where nothing else would avail, she stripped the clothing away until at last she fell to chafing the white and chilled limbs of the girl, who still struggled bravely against the desire to sleep.
A half-hour later Lucile was sleeping naturally in a bunk against the upper wall of the room. She was snuggled deep in the interior of a mammoth deerskin sleeping-bag, while her garments were drying beside the kerosene stove. Marian was drowsing half-asleep by the fire.
Suddenly, she was aroused by a voice. It was a man"s voice. She was startled.
"Please," the voice said, "may I come in? That"s supposed to be my cabin, don"t you know? But I don"t want to be piggish."
Marian stared wildly about her. For a second she was quite speechless.
Then she spoke:
"Wait--wait a minute; I"m coming out."
CHAPTER VII
THE BLUE ENVELOPE DISAPPEARS
When Marian heard the voice outside the cabin on the wreck, she realized that a new problem, a whole set of new problems had arisen.
Here was a man. Who was he? Could he be the grizzled miner who had demanded the blue envelope? If so, what then? Was there more than one man? What was to come of it all, anyway?
All this sped through her mind while she was drawing on her parka. The next moment she had opened the door, stepped out and closed the door behind her.
"Ah! I have the pleasure--"
"You?" Marian gasped.
For a second she could say no more. Before her, dressed in a jaunty parka of Siberian squirrel-skin, was her frank-faced college boy, he of the Phi Beta Ki.
"Why, yes," he said rather awkwardly, "it is I. Does it seem so strange? Well, yes, I dare say it does. Suppose you sit down and I"ll tell you about it."
Marian sat down on a section of the broken rail.
"Well, you see," he began, a quizzical smile playing about his lips, "when I had completed my--my--well, my mission to the north of Cape Prince of Wales, it was too late to return by dog-team. I waited for a boat. I arrived at the P. O. you used to keep. You were gone. So was my letter."
"Yes, you said--"
"That was quite all right; the thing I wanted you to do. But you see that letter is mighty important. I had to follow. This craft we"re sitting on was coming this way. I took pa.s.sage. She ran into a mess of bad luck. First we were picked up by an ice-floe and carried far into the Arctic Ocean. When at last we poled our way out of that, we were caught by a storm and carried southwest with such violence that we were thrown upon this sandbar. The ship broke up some, but we managed to stick to her until the weather calmed. We went ash.o.r.e and threw some of the wreckage into the form of a cabin. You"ve been staying there, I guess." He grinned.
Marian nodded.
"Well, the ship was hopeless. Natives came in their skin-boats from East Cape."
"East Cape? How far--how far is that?"
"Perhaps ten miles. Why?"
He studied the girl"s startled face.
"Nothing; only didn"t a white man come with the natives?"
"A white man?"
"I"ve heard there was one staying there."
"No, he didn"t come."
Marian settled back in her seat.
"Well," he went on, "the captain of this craft traded everything on board to the natives for furs; everything but some food. I bought that from him. You see, they were determined to get away as soon as possible. I was just as determined to stay. I didn"t know exactly where you were, but was bound I"d find you and--and the letter." He paused.