Come, Buff, clear out before I get mad." When they were once more in the cabin, Rea told Jones that the messengers had been sent to warn the Yellow Knives not to aid the white hunters in any way.

That night the dogs were kept inside, and the men took turns in watching.

Morning showed a broad trail southward.

And with the going of the Yellow Knives the mercury dropped to fifty, and the long, twilight winter night fell.
So with this agreeable riddance and plenty of meat and fuel to cheer them, the hunters sat down in their snug cabin to wait many months for daylight.
Those few intervals when the wind did not blow were the only times Rea and Jones got out of doors.

To the plainsman, new to the north, the dim gray world about him was of exceeding interest.