Outside, the noise of the celebration died away, and the growing stillness drew him to the window from which he could see the cabin where lived Keok and Nawadlook with their foster-father, the old and shriveled Sokwenna.

It was there Mary Standish had said she was staying.

For a long time Alan watched it while the final sounds of the night drifted away into utter silence.
It was a knock at his door that turned him about at last, and in answer to his invitation Stampede came in.

He nodded and sat down.

Shiftingly his eyes traveled about the room.
"Been a fine night, Alan.