They sat on the other side of the fire. "Davy has gone back to the
cache," she said, taking care to avoid Jack's eyes, "for milk powder,
if there is any, and whiskey, and any medicines he can find. He will
be back before dark."
"Has he said anything?" asked Jack, looking toward the tent.
Mary shook her head. "Nothing you could understand. He is very low.
We will not get him back to the fort. He was four days in the bush.
He had only berries."
"Then it's too late after all," said Jack apathetically.
"Who can tell?" said Mary. "They say often they get their full senses
back for a little while before they die."