He was a cub in a poke.
Leaving the cub to roll and squirm in protest Challoner went about the business of getting breakfast.

For once Miki found a proceeding more interesting than that operation, and he hovered about Neewa as he struggled and bawled, trying vainly to offer him some assistance in the matter of sympathy.

Finally Neewa lay still, and Miki sat down close beside him and eyed his master with serious questioning if not actual disapprobation.
The gray sky was breaking with the promise of the sun when Challoner was ready to renew his long journey into the southland.

He packed his canoe, leaving Neewa and Miki until the last.

In the bow of the canoe he made a soft nest of the skin taken from the cub's mother.