"I am sure he will come to me." Mukoki had hoisted the gunny sack full of fish well up against the roof of the cabin to keep it from chance marauders of the night, and Father Roland stood by while David lowered it and made a choice for Baree's supper.

Then he reentered the cabin.
It was not Baree who drew David slowly into the forest.

He wanted to be alone, away from Father Roland and the quiet, insistent scrutiny of the Cree.

He wanted to think, ask himself questions, find answers for them if he could.

His mind was just beginning to rouse itself to the significance of the events of the past day and night, and he was like one bewildered by a great mystery, and startled by visions of a possible tragedy.