We're ready!"
He caught a glimpse of her face then. The excitement and color had
partly died out of it. She took the pail of coffee and went with
it to the table.
Then Philip faced Bram.
The wolf-man was standing with his back to the door. He had not
moved since entering, and he was staring at the scene before him
in a dull, stupid sort of way. In one hand he carried a pail
filled with water; in the other a frozen fish.
"Too late with the fish, Bram," said Philip. "We couldn't make the
little lady wait. Besides, I think you've fed her on fish and meat
until she is just about ready to die. Come to breakfast!"
He loaded a tin plate with hot potatoes, bannock-bread and rice
that he had cooked before setting out on the Barren, and placed it
before the girl. A second plate he prepared for Bram, and a third
for himself. Bram had not moved. He still held the pail and the
fish in his hands. Suddenly he lowered both to the floor with a
growl that seemed to come from the bottom of his great chest, and
came to the table.
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