was turning slowly toward the window, and after a moment or two in
which they could hear him mumbling softly he sat down cross-legged
against the wall, divided the tress into three silken threads and
began weaving them into a snare. The color was returning to
Celie's face when Philip looked at her again. She told him with a
gesture of her head and hands that she was going into her room for
a time. He didn't blame her. The excitement had been rather
unusual.

After she had gone he dug his shaving outfit out of his kit-bag.
It included a mirror and the reflection he saw in this mirror
fairly shocked him. No wonder the girl had been frightened at his
first appearance. It took him half an hour to shave his face
clean, and all that time Bram paid no attention to him but went on
steadily at his task of weaving the golden snare. Celie did not
reappear until the wolf-man had finished and was leaving the
cabin. The first thing she noticed was the change in Philip's
face. He saw the pleasure in her eyes and felt himself blushing.

From the window they watched Bram. He had called his wolves and
was going with them to the gate. He carried his snowshoes and his
long whip. He went through the gate first and one by one let his
beasts out until ten of the twenty had followed him. The gate was
closed then.

Celie turned to the table and Philip saw that she had brought from
her room a pencil and a bit of paper. In a moment she held the
paper out to him, a light of triumph in her face. At last they had
found a way to talk. On the paper was a crude sketch of a caribou
head. It meant that Bram had gone hunting.