Porter and Breault were dragging it, and Josephine, my daughter, was sheltered under the blankets.

After that--" He paused, and Jolly Roger explained how it all had come about.

He pointed to Peter.

It was the dog, he said.

Peter had insisted there was someone outside, and they had taken a chance by going in search of them.
He was John Cummings, a fox trapper, and the storm had caught him fifty miles from his cabin.