Then, very quietly, he dug a hole through the snow partition between the two rooms.

He waited for ten minutes before he thrust a finger-tip through the last thin crust of snow.

With his eye close to the aperture he could see Breault.

The Ferret was sitting up, and leaning toward Porter, who was sleeping an arm's length away.

He reached over, and touched him on the shoulder.
Jolly Roger widened the snow-slit another inch, straining his ears to hear.