They struck out across a small lake.

Five minutes later he looked back.

Father Roland, not much more than a speck on the white plain now, was about to disappear in the forest.

It seemed to David that he had stopped, and again he waved his hand, though human eyes could not have seen the movement over that distance.
Not until that night, when David sat alone beside his campfire, did he begin to realize fully the vastness of this adventure into which he had plunged.

The Snow Fox was dead asleep and it was horribly lonely.