Peter, gorged with caribou meat, stretched himself out to sleep.

But his eyes did not close.

His master puzzled him.

For after a little Jolly Roger put on his heavy coat and parkee and pocketed his pipe.

After that he slipped the straps of his pack over head and shoulders and then, even more to Peter's bewilderment, emptied a quart bottle of kerosene over the pile of dry wood behind the hot stove.