"In the direction of the sea."

"Did you cross the bridge?"

"Yes."

Ursus opened the window at the back and examined the view.

The weather had not improved. The snow was falling thickly and
mournfully.

He shut the window.

He went to the broken glass; he filled the hole with a rag; he heaped
the stove with peat; he spread out as far as he could the bear-skin on
the chest; took a large book which he had in a corner, placed it under
the skin for a pillow, and laid the head of the sleeping infant on it.

Then he turned to the boy.

"Lie down there."

The boy obeyed, and stretched himself at full length by the side of the
infant.

Ursus rolled the bear-skin over the two children, and tucked it under
their feet.

He took down from a shelf, and tied round his waist, a linen belt with a
large pocket containing, no doubt, a case of instruments and bottles of