He swayed to the door, groped blindly for the latch, stumbled in clumsily, like a drunken man.

The horror of that lifeless, grinning face was in his voice.

He had awakened the Missioner, who was sitting up, staring at him.
"Tavish ..." cried David chokingly; "Tavish--is dead!" and he pointed to the end of the cabin where they could hear again that _tap-tap-tapping_ against the log wall..