This time a stout babiche thong was tied to the collar round his neck, and he was fastened to a staple in the log wall.

Joan and her husband were up before it was light next day.

The sun was just rising when they all went out, the man carrying the baby, and Joan leading him.
Joan turned and locked the cabin door, and Kazan heard a sob in her throat as they followed the man down to the river.

The big canoe was packed and waiting.

Joan got in first, with the baby.