He did not understand until Father Roland said, across the sledge, which he had begun to unpack: "Seems good to be on the trail again, David." That was it--the trail! This was the end of a day's achievement.

He looked at the cabin, dark and unlighted in the open, with its big white cap of snow.

It looked friendly for all its darkness.

He was filled with the desire to become a partner in the activities of Mukoki and the Missioner.

He wanted to help, not because he placed any value on his assistance, but simply because his blood and his brain were imposing new desires upon him.