Bram's heavy breathing told Philip that the wolf-man was soon asleep.

It was a long time before he felt a drowsiness creeping over himself.
Later he was awakened by a heavy grasp on his arm, and roused himself to hear Bram's voice close over him.
"Get up, m'sieu." It was so dark he could not see Bram when he got on his feet, but he could hear him a moment later among the wolves, and knew that he was making ready to travel.

When his sleeping-bag and tent were on the sledge he struck a match and looked at his watch.

It was less than a quarter of an hour after midnight.
For two hours Bram led his pack straight into the west.

The night cleared after that, and as the stars grew brighter and more numerous in the sky the plain was lighted up on all sides of them, as on the night when Philip had first seen Bram.