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So much was happening of which he knew nothing.
Suppose, the idea came to him suddenly, he should try living out the winter in a town? He needed shoes, but he had a suit and one shirt.
Suppose, just suppose, he could do it? Where would he find shelter? How would he obtain food?
Yet it was something to consider, and by now they would be convinced he was only a wilderness man.
And what town? Magadan? It was the closest, but he would be putting himself in the enemy's territory. He was an Indian, and the wilderness was his. He was a part of it. He belonged here. But in a town?
He shook his head and climbed back to the little ledge he had found. There was shelter there, hidden by trees.
And in the night a great wind blew, trees fell, and rocks tumbled down, crashing into the vast gorge below. Huddled against the cold, he listened, sheltered but awestruck at the storm's fury. A cold, freezing rain fell, turning to ice in the air, making the trails sheets of ice and the trees like crystal forests that clashed and shattered in the night,
Somewhere a great rock fell; he heard it bounding from ledge to ledge down the canyon.
As suddenly as it came it was over, and a vast silence fell upon the mountain, a silence in which at last he slept, worn from travel.
He slept, and out of the storm and the night a man came, a man like a huge bear, feeling his way along the cliffs, then pausing. At last, unable to progress further, he paused. He was near, he told himself, the American was somewhere near.
Tomorrow he would have him.
Tomorrow . . .