It was dead before it understood what was happening.

He tore it in pieces with his fingers and ate it raw.

They found its skin and bones there later on.
Under the stimulus of food his brain worked again.

There was no room for him in Sercq, that was evident.

He was alien, and the clan spirit was too strong for him.
He crept back across the Coupee in the dark, and passed a man there who bade him good-night, not knowing till afterwards who he was.
Next morning, when Philip Carre came in from his fishing and climbed the zigzag above Havre Gosselin, he was surprised at the sight of George Hamon smoking in the doorway of the cottage.
"Why, George, I thought you were off fishing," he said.
"Why then ?" "Your boat's away." And Hamon was leaping down the zigzag before he had finished, while Carre followed more slowly.