"Do your errand and start straight home, your teeth are chattering noo.

A little more exposure, and the rheumatism will be grinding ye again.

Ye will hurry, Jimmy ?" "Sure!" cried Jimmy, ducking under a snow slide, and breaking into a whistle as he turned toward the road.
Dannie's gaze followed Jimmy's retreating figure until he climbed the bank, and was lost in the woods, and the light in his eyes was the light of love.

He glanced at the sky, and hurried down the river.

First across to Jimmy's side to gather his rats and reset his traps, then to his own.