His pulse was beating swiftly.

A shiver ran up his back, and he was filled with a strange dread.

Father Roland's voice startled him.
"Tavish! Tavish!" it called.
They stood close to the door, but heard no answer.

Father Roland stamped with his foot, and scraped with his toe on the ground.
"See, the snow has been cleaned away recently," he said.

"Mukoki is a fool.