"What time heem be?" Lucky asked
"Quarter past one."
"Oui, heem ought be here ver' soon."
"You don't suppose anything has happened to him?" Jack asked anxiously.
"Non, but wind heem change. We goin' have snow."
"Well I wish he'd come. Somehow I feel uneasy."
"Heem come soon."
For another half hour they waited, Jack getting more and more uneasy.
"Hark!"
"That wolf."