For he had now a good match for Grouse Piet's half wolf, and he would chance his money and his credit at the Post to the limit.
When Miki came back to his senses Durant stopped his dogs, for he had been watching closely for this moment.

He bent over the sledge and began talking, not in Le Beau's brutal way, but in a careless chummy sort of voice, and with his mittened hand he patted his captive's head.
This was a new thing to Miki, for he knew that it was not the hand of Nanette, but of a man-beast, and the softness of his nest in the blanket, over which Henri had thrown a bear skin, was also new.

A short time ago he was frozen and stiff.

Now he was warm and comfortable.

So he did not move.