an, you're pretty
white," he said, and clasped the receiver on to the hook. A little
later, with the precious fuses in his pocket, he was fighting his way
through the snow back to Connie, lying unconscious in the white
blankets which no longer chilled her.

The waiting seemed endlessly weary. Prince dared not sit down, but
must needs keep staggering up and down the track, praying as he had
never prayed in all his life, that God would send a train before Connie
should freeze to death. Stooping over her, he chafed her hands and
ankles, shaking her roughly, but never succeeding in restoring her to
consciousness though doubtless he did much toward keeping the blood in
feeble circulation.

Then, thank God! No heavenly star ever shone half so gloriously bright
as that wide sweep of light that circled around the ragged rocks.
Prince hastily fired the fuse, and a few minutes later a lumbering
freight train pulled up beside him, anxious voices calling inquiry.

With rough but willing hands they pulled the girl on board, and piled
heavy coats on a bench beside the fire where she might lie, and brought
out some hot coffee which Prince swallowed in deep gulps. They even
forced a few drops of it down Connie's throat. Prince was soon himself
again, and sat silently beside Connie as she slept the heavy sleep.

A long lumbering ride it was, the cars creaking and rocking, reeling
from side to side as if they too were drunk with weariness and cold.

At last Connie moved a little and lifted her lashes. She lay very
still a while, looking with puzzled eyes at her strange surroundings,
enjoying the huge fire, wondering at that curious rocking. Then,
glancing at the big brown head beside her, where Prince sat on an
overturned bucket with her hand in his, she closed her eyes again,
still puzzled, but content.

Long minutes afterward she spoke.

"Are you cold, Prince?"

He tightened his clasp on her hand.

"No."

"How did you ever make it?"

"The train came along and we got on. Now we are thawing out," he
explained, smiling reassurance.

"I do not remember it. I only remember that I was stuck in the snow,
and that you did not leave me."

"Here comes some more coffee, lady," said the brakeman, coming up.
Connie drank it gratefully and sat up.

"Where are we going?"

"To Fort Morgan."

"Want any more blankets or anything?" asked the brakeman kindly. "Are
you getting warm?"

"Too warm, I will have to move a litt