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 ran cautiously between the banks of crisp, clean snow tossed aside by the plows. It had been snowing hard for an hour or more and it was evident that every mile of northward progress increased the difficulties of travel. A water-tank slipped slowly by the window and was followed by a tiny station on the platform of which three fur-coated and gayly sashed habitants watched the train with incurious eyes. Wade read the sign, "St. Anselme," and then, with a series of diminishing jerks the train came to a stop. There was the whistle of releasing brakes and a great stillness settled down. The only sound that reached him was the faint murmur of voices from the car. Outside the window the flakes fell straight and silently from a gray void, hushing the world and hiding it from sight. Wade sought his time-table. St. Anselme was not a scheduled stop. He glanced at his watch and found that the time was three minutes past two. At this rate, he told himself, they were not likely to reach Que-