He had placed himself, in this moment, beyond the reach of any questions that might have been in David's mind.
With eyes and touch that spoke a deep affection he had raised a barrier between them as inviolable as that law of his creed which he had just mentioned.

And with it had come a better understanding.
David was glad that Mukoki's voice and the commotion of the dogs came to interrupt them.

They gathered up hurriedly the few things they had brought into the cabin and carried them to the sledge.

David did not enter the cabin again but stood with the dogs in the edge of the timber, while Father Roland made his promised visit to the grave.

Mukoki followed him, and as the Missioner stood over the dark mound in the snow, David saw the Cree slip like a shadow into the cabin, where a light was still burning.