one in the morning
Labiskwee tugged gently at Smoke 's sleeve , and he knew she wished him to follow . He took his moccasins and German socks in his hand and crept out into the snow in his sleeping moccasins . Beyond the glow from the dying embers of the fire , she indicated to him to put on his outer foot-gear , and while he obeyed , she went back under the fly where Snass slept . Feeling the hands of his watch Smoke found it was one in the morning . Quite warm it was , he decided , not more than ten below zero . Labiskwee rejoined him and led him on through the dark runways of the sleeping camp . Walk lightly as they could , the frost crunched crisply under their moccasins , but the sound was drowned by the clamor of the dogs , too deep in their howling to snarl at the man and woman who passed .