If it snows hard Doctor Joe sure will be gettin' worried about me." At that moment Jamie heard the breaking of a twig.

He paused and listened.

Presently he heard footsteps, and a moment later a man's voice.

Through the gathering darkness appeared the figures of two men, and even at that distance Jamie knew they were not Bay folk.

They travelled less silently, and the tread of heavy boots is quite unlike that of moccasined feet.
Jamie crouched close to the tree trunk.