At times so beaten and blinded that he could scarcely stand or see, he would crawl to the bars of the cage and caress the soft hands that Nanette held in fearlessly to him.
And then, after a little, Nanette began to bring the baby out with her, bundled up like a little Eskimo, and in his joy Miki whimpered and wagged his tail and grovelled in his worship before these two.
It was in the second week of his captivity that the wonderful thing happened.

Le Beau was gone, and there was a raging blizzard outside to which Nanette dared not expose the baby.

So she went to the cage, and with a heart that beat wildly, she unbarred the door--and brought Miki into the cabin! If Le Beau should ever discover what she had done--! The thought made her shiver.
After this first time she brought him into the cabin again and again.
Once her heart stood still when Le Beau saw blood on the floor, and his eyes shot at her suspiciously.

Then she lied.
"I cut my finger she said," and a moment later, with her back to him, she DID cut it, and when Jacques looked at her hand he saw a cloth about the finger, with blood-stain on it.
After that Nanette always watched the floor carefully.
More and more this cabin, with the woman and the baby in it, became a paradise for Miki.

Then came the time when Nanette dared to keep him in the cabin with her all night, and lying close to the precious cradle Miki never once took his eyes from her.