If Angus had held Gretchen against his breast for one minute more, his Narwhale Cape affair might have become even more involved. Her cheek was dangerously cold, but he felt her young blood leaping within. Exhausted she lay in his arms, dripping wet, marble white, the flame of her life burning low, yet the embrace thrilled him, and later he would remember the exquisite curves of her form that her clinging garments revealed. He was close to a great discovery. . . . But now the power-launch was sweeping toward the floe, and he must yield her up.
At once Jannison took charge. He seemed cool, efficient, equal to the situation. He took the girl from Angus’s arms and carried her to the covered bow of the launch, there to give her the treatment that was within his doctor’s province. An hour late
