“You’ll ‘ave plenty o’ hoppertunity all in good time for yer passage ’ome,” the policeman growled, clouting him alongside the head and sending him flying into safety.

Donald, from the top of the pine, saw the devastating berg sweep away the cordwood and disappear down-stream.  As though satisfied with this damage, the ice-flood quickly dropped to its old level and began to slacken its pace.  The noise likewise eased down, and the others could hear Donald shouting from his eyrie to look down-stream.  As forecast, the jam had come among the islands in the bend, and the ice was piling up in a great barrier which stretched from shore to shore.  The river came to a standstill, and the water finding no outlet began to rise.  It rushed up till the island was awash, the men splashing around up to their knees, and the dogs swimming to the ruins of the cabin.  At this stage it abruptly became stationary, with no perceptible rise or fall.

Montana Kid shook his head.  “It’s jammed above, and no more’s coming down.”

“And the gamble is, which jam will break first,” Sutherland added.

“Exactly,” the Kid affirmed.  “If the upper jam breaks first, we haven’t a chance.  Nothing will stand before it.”

The Minook men turned away in silence, but soon “Rumsky Ho” floated upon the quiet air, followed by “The Orange and the Black.”  Room was made in the circle for Montana Kid and the policeman, and they quickly caught the ringing rhythm of the choruses as they drifted on from song to song.

“Oh, Donald, will ye no lend a hand?” Davy sobbed at the foot of the tree into which his comrade had climbed.  “Oh, Donald, man, will ye no lend a hand?” he sobbed again, his hands bleeding from vain attempts to scale the slippery trunk.

But Donald had fixed his gaze up river, and now his voice rang out, vibrant with fear:—­

   “God Almichty, here she comes!”

Standing knee-deep in the icy water, the Minook men, with Montana Kid and the policeman, gripped hands and raised their voices in the terrible, “Battle Hymn of the Republic.”  But the words were drowned in the advancing roar.

And to Donald was vouchsafed a sight such as no man may see and live.  A great wall of white flung itself upon the island.  Trees, dogs, men, were blotted out, as though the hand of God had wiped the face of nature clean.  This much he saw, then swayed an instant longer in his lofty perch and hurtled far out into the frozen hell.

THE SCORN OF WOMEN

I

Once Freda and Mrs. Eppingwell clashed.