It would be impossible for the wild dog to get away from his rifle.
A second time he went around the piled-up mass of fallen timber.

On three sides it was completely smothered under the deep snow.

Only where Miki's trail entered was it open.
Getting the wind behind him Le Beau made his ISKOO of birch-bark and dry wood at the far end of the windfall.

The seasoned logs and tree-tops caught the fire like tinder, and within a few minutes the flames began to crackle and roar in a manner that made Miki wonder what was happening.

For a space the smoke did not reach him.