Blount and Jolivet's interest was, therefore, contrary to that of Michael.
But just as the ropes were being cast off, Jolivet appeared, tearing along.
From the moment that Harry Blount had fallen by his side, Jolivet had not ceased his attentions to him.
Jolivet had, as has been said, taken his seat on the raft, when he felt a hand laid on his arm.
The apprehensions of Jolivet and Blount may be better understood than described.
Neither were Jolivet and Blount idle, but fought bravely with the brutes.
When Miss Jolivet reached them Frohman was smoking a cigar and was calm and apparently undisturbed.
Jolivet and Blount, placed near them, stood these first assaults of the Siberian winter as well as they could.
Jolivet's fury may be imagined, though under any other circumstances he would have thought it fair warfare.
Michael had crept forward; Jolivet followed; both listened to what the old boatman and his men were saying.