Perhaps Mr.
Balfour has discovered some while roaming around the country as a
man-wolf. How absurd to think of 'Voltage' Balfour as a man-wolf!
Wonder why he did it? How I wish he could talk! Wonder why he can't?"
While thus cogitating, Cabot had also been climbing a nearby eminence
that promised a view of the outlying country, but from it he could see
nothing save other hills rising still higher and an unbroken waste of
snow.
"It's no use," he sighed. "I don't believe I could find them, even if
I had plenty of time. As it is, I don't dare stay away from Mr.
Balfour any longer. I'm afraid he's a very sick man, with a slim
chance of ever pulling through."
So Cabot, after an absence of several hours, turned back towards the
snug shelter so providentially provided for him, and for which he was
just then more grateful than he could express. He was thinking of the
many wonders of the place when he reached its door; but, as he opened
it and stepped inside the room, he was greeted by a greater surprise
than he had yet encountered. Nothing was changed about the interior,
and the wounded man lay as Cabot had left him, but with the appearance
of the latter he exclaimed:
"Thank God, dear lad, that you have come back to me! It seemed as
though I should go crazy if left alone a minute longer."
Cabot stared in amazement. "Is it a miracle?" he finally asked, "and
has your speech been restored to you, or have you been able to speak
all the time?"
"I have been able, but not willing," was the reply.
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