And Durant exulted in his cleverness.

He did not travel far in the night, but stopped four or five miles from Nanette's cabin, and built a fire.

Over this he boiled coffee and roasted meat.
He allowed the meat to roast slowly, turning it round and round on a wooden spit, so that the aroma of it grew thick and inviting in the air.

He had fastened his two sledge dogs fifty paces away, but the sledge was close to the fire, and he watched the effect on Miki of the roasting meat.

Since the days of his puppyhood with Challoner a smell like that which came from the meat had not filled Miki's nostrils, and at last Durant saw him lick his chops and heard the click of his teeth.
He chuckled in his beard.