He glanced at the Indian sleeping beside him, at the embers of the dying fire, at the five dogs beyond, with their wolf's brushes curled over their noses, and at the four snowshoes standing upright in the snow.
"It's sure hell the way that hunch works on me" he murmured.

His mind reverted to the poker game.

"Four kings!" He grinned reminiscently.
"That WAS a hunch!" He lay down again, pulled the edge of the robe around his neck and over his ear-flaps, closed his eyes, and this time fell asleep.
[5] Parka: a light, hooded, smock-like garment made of cotton drill..