On Father Will's return Farva, speaking apparently less to the priest than to the floor, muttered: "Better let him stop where he is till his cold's better."
The Colonel came in.
"Leave the child here!" ejaculated the priest.
"—till he's better able to travel."
"Why not?" said the Colonel promptly.
"Well, it would be a kindness to keep him a few days. I'll have to travel fast tonight."
"Then it's settled." Mac bundled Kaviak into the Boy's bunk.
When the others were ready to go out again, Farva caught up his fur coat and went along with them.
The dogs were not quite ready. The priest was standing a little absentmindedly, looking up. The pale green streamers were fringed with the tenderest rose colour, and from the corona uniting them at the zenith, they shot out across the heavens, with a rapid circular and lateral motion, paling one moment, flaring up again the next.
"Wonder what makes it," said the Colonel.