A fire raged and Eleanor was sitting beside it, shivering and savouring its warmth. Her clothes were still wet, but until she could return to her home, she would remain in them. Pork-Chop was tied to a tree, apparently recovered and like her, enjoying the heat from the fire. Danny had stopped shivering and his shirt lay steaming on a stick near the flames and Willy had gone in search of more wood.

"Thank you again, so much," Eleanor said. "You saved my life. If you hadn't saved me ...