"Come, Gaspard, what are you about?" shouted Mr. De Brunier from the shop door. "Take Wilfred in, and see that he has a good dinner."
Words failed over the knife and fork. Yula and Kusky had to be fed.
"Will the sled be of any use?" asked Gaspé.
Even Wilfred did not feel sure. They had fallen very low—had no heart for anything.
Louison was packing the sled—pemmican and tea for three days.
"Put plenty," said Gaspé, as he ran out to see all was right.
Louison and Batiste were talking.
"We'll teach that young dog to haul," Batiste was saying; "and if the boy gets tired of them, we'll take them off his hands altogether."
"With pleasure," added Louison, and they both laughed.
The last moment had come.