In that far corner of the cavern it was dark, and it was as if he were trying to tell Neewa that he was a dunce to lie there still thinking it was night when the sun was up outside.

But he failed.

Neewa was in the edge of his Long Sleep--the beginning of USKE-POW-A-MEW, the dream land of the bears.
Annoyance, the desire almost to sink his teeth in Neewa's ear, gave place slowly to another thing in Miki.

The instinct that between beasts is like the spoken reason of men stirred in a strange and disquieting way within him.

He became more and more uneasy.