"He's opening his eyes," Jack declared a moment later.
A low moan followed Jack's words and Bob opened his eyes. A faint smile played about his mouth, but he was too weak to speak.
"Don't try, old man," Jack cried.
"Tank de Bon Father," Lucky murmured.
They continued to work on him for some time and as the color returned to his face Jack thanked God over and over again for His great goodness.
"We see him feet froze," Lucky said after a little.
Quickly they unlaced the moccasins and pulled off the heavy woolen socks.
"Oui, dem froze," Lucky declared.
"Badly?"
"Non, no bad. Rub wid snow."