It was on this evening that they planned to remain one more day in Pierre's cabin and then leave for Fort Smith.
"You have hope--there," said Philip in a casual way, as they were undressing.
"Little hope, but the search will begin from there," replied the doctor.
"I have more hope at Chippewayan, where we struck a clew.

I sent back my Indian to follow it up." They went to bed.

How long he had slept Philip had no idea, when he was awakened by a slight noise.

In a sub-conscious sort of way, with his eyes still closed, he lay without moving and listened.

The sound came again, like the soft, cautious tread of feet near him.