He carried his snowshoes and his long whip.

He went through the gate first and one by one let his beasts out until ten of the twenty had followed him.

The gate was closed then.
Celie turned to the table and Philip saw that she had brought from her room a pencil and a bit of paper.

In a moment she held the paper out to him, a light of triumph in her face.

At last they had found a way to talk.