Tavish gulped, and his mittened hand closed on the girl's arm.
"I'm all right, Jo," he mumbled.

"All right--" His eyes met McKay's, and then took in the snow walls of the dug-out.
They were deep, piercing eyes, overhung by shaggy brows.

Jolly Roger felt the intentness of their gaze as he gave the girl a swallow of the brandy, and then passed the flask to Porter.
"You have saved our lives," said Tavish, in a voice that was clearer.
"I don't just understand how it happened.

I remember stumbling in the darkness, and being unable to rise.

I was behind the sledge.