woods in the blinding snow next day; although Robison underwent a severe cross-examination in the barrack-office; although Dick questioned Andree privately until she stooped and bit his hand and fled, leaving him cursing, no one found Ogilvie. He was gone: gone like the dead leaves of fall that lay under the snow to decay; and neither art or chance nor anything else gave him back to Grey Wolf to tell what he had done with a certain memorandum of the Royal North-West Mounted Police.