"Then let him lead."
Franz said, "Go, Caesar."
The great mastiff struck off at a thirty-degree angle to the course they had been following. He broke a drift with his massive shoulders.
"I am done," the old man wailed piteously. "Leave me and go on."
Father Benjamin said, "We will rest."
"I am truly spent!" the old man cried. "I cannot walk another step."
Franz staggered through a drift already broken by Caesar and groped with his hands. They found a brick wall.
It was the Hospice.