Neither he nor Porter knew that Breault's eyes were half open, and that he was listening.
Jolly Roger held up a hand, as if something in the wailing of the storm had caught his attention.
"We'll have two or three days of this.

Better turn in, Porter.

I'm going to dig out another room--for Miss Tavish.

I'm afraid she'll need the convenience of a private room before we're able to move.

It's an easy job--and passes the time away." "I'll help," offered Porter.
For an hour they worked, using McKay's snowshoes as shovels.