During that hour Breault did not close his eyes.

A curious smile curled his thin lips as he watched Jolly Roger.

And when at last Porter turned in, and slept, the Ferret sat up, and stretched himself.

McKay had finished his room, and was beginning a tunnel which would lead as a back door out of the drift, when Breault came in and picked up the snowshoe which Porter had used.
"I'll take my turn," he said.

"I'm a bit nervous, and not at all sleepy, Cummings." He began digging into the snow.