Then his
fingers closed about her uncoiled hair as he drew her to him.
McKay watched the long kiss between them. The girl drew away
quickly then, and Porter tucked the blanket about her when she lay
down beside her father. After that he stretched out again beside
Breault.
Jolly Roger guessed what had happened. The girl had awakened, a
bit nervous, and had roused Porter and asked him to relight the
alcohol lamp. And Porter had taken advantage of the opportunity to
tell her of the interesting discovery which Breault had made--and
to kiss her. McKay stroked Peter's scrawny neck, and listened. He
could no longer hear the storm, and he wondered if the fury of it
was spent.
Every few minutes he looked through the slit in the snow wall. The
last time, half an hour after Porter had returned to his blanket,
Josephine Tavish was sitting up. She was very wide awake. McKay
watched her as she rose slowly to her knees, and then to her feet.
She bent over Porter and Breault to make sure they were asleep,
and then came straight toward the door of his room.
He lay back on his blanket, with the fingers of one hand gripped
closely about Peter.
"Be quiet, boy," he whispered. "Be quiet."
He could see the shutting out of light at his door as the girl
stood there, listening for his breathing. He breathed heavily, and
before he closed his eyes he saw Josephine Tavish coming toward
him.
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