Kazan hesitated but once--almost on the threshold.

He turned his head, swift and alert.

From out of the moaning and wailing of the storm it seemed to him that for a moment he had heard the voice of Gray Wolf.
Then the cabin door closed behind him.
Back in a shadowy corner of the cabin he lay, while the man prepared something over a hot stove for Joan.

It was a long time before Joan rose from the cot on which the man had placed her.

After that Kazan heard her sobbing; and then the man made her eat, and for a time they talked.