"Yes, yes, come!" He stumbled blindly, yet in some way he reached
the cabin door.

Behind him David still sat, inert, staring. The next minute the
boy had sprung to his feet and was hurrying after his father.




CHAPTER II

THE TRAIL


A curious strength seemed to have come to the man. With almost
steady hands he took down the photographs and the Sistine
Madonna, packing them neatly away in a box to be left. From
beneath his bunk he dragged a large, dusty traveling-bag, and in
this he stowed a little food, a few garments, and a great deal of
the music scattered about the room.

David, in the doorway, stared in dazed wonder. Gradually into his
eyes crept a look never seen there before.

"Father, where are we going?" he asked at last in a shaking
voice, as he came slowly into the room.

"Back, son; we're going back."

"To the village, where we get our eggs and bacon?"