A faint light was illumining his room, and he sat up.

In the outer room the alcohol lamp was burning again.

He could hear movement, and voices that were very low and indistinct.

Carefully he dug out once more the little hole in the snow wall, and widened the slit.
Breault and Tavish were asleep, but Porter was sitting up, and close beside him sat the girl.

Her coiled hair was loosened, and fallen over her shoulders.