And Pierre was glad that she was too tired to sit beside the fire and talk.

And yet-- Kazan's alert eyes saw Pierre start suddenly.

He rose from his seat on the sledge and went to the tent.

He drew back the flap and thrust in his head and shoulders.
"Asleep, Joan ?" he asked.
"Almost, father.

Won't you please come--soon ?" "After I smoke," he said.