Winston glanced, marvelling, back at the animal, hastily brushing a tear from out his own eye; yet his lips remained set and rigid.

He felt no doubt about who it was Brown was seeking through the black night.

When they met, it would be a battle to the death.
Before the still open door of the cabin they silently lowered their burden in the shadow of the building.

An instant they stood there listening intently for any sound to reach them from out the surrounding night.

Then Winston, assuming the duty, stepped reluctantly forward endeavoring to peer within.