Anxiety gave way to fear in her eyes.

Pierre Radisson laughed when she flung her arms about him, and coughed to prove that what he said was true.
"You see the cough is not so bad, my Joan," he said.

"It is breaking up.
You can not have forgotten, _ma cheri_?
It always leaves one red-eyed and weak." It was a cold bleak dark day that followed, and through it Kazan and the man tugged at the fore of the sledge, with Joan following in the trail behind.

Kazan's wound no longer hurt him.

He pulled steadily with all his splendid strength, and the man never lashed him once, but patted him with his mittened hand on head and back.