He could see now to the foot of the ridge over which Mukoki had gone, and the clearing about the cabin lay in a cold and luminous glory.

Tavish, if he had been caught in the twilight darkness and had waited for the moon to rise, would be showing up soon.
He walked to the side of the cabin and looked back.

Quite distinctly he could see Tavish's meat, suspended from a stout sapling that projected straight out from under the edge of the roof.

It hung there darkly, a little in shadow, swinging gently in the wind that had risen, and tap-tap-tapping against the logs.

David moved toward it, gazing at the edge of the forest in which he thought he had heard a sound that was like the creak of a sledge runner.