He waved his arm, the bowl of his pipe gripped in his horny hand, while its stem indicated the entire hut.
“Hers,” he said. And his eyes were dragged from the object of his solicitude and turned upon Nick.
His brother nodded as he puffed at his pipe.
“The shed,” Ralph went on. “The huskies must burrow in the snow.”
Again Nick nodded.
“Wants sweepin’ some,” observed Ralph again.
“Yup. We’ll fix it.”
“Best git to it.”
“Ay.”
And so the brothers moved out of their home, and went to live in the place which had been given over to the dogs. They would have done more, far more, in their love for the woman who had so strangely come into their midst. They felt that it was little enough that they must lie where the dogs were wont to herd. They needed little comfort, and she must have the best they could give. And so the brothers moved out of their home.