Nothing more was said; soon Waring rose and went out. But Silver
spied him from her flower-room, and came down to the sail-boat where
it lay at the foot of the ladder. 'You are not going out this cold
day,' she said, standing by his side as he busied himself over the
rigging. She was wrapped in a fur mantle, with a fur cap on her head,
and her rough little shoes were fur-trimmed. Waring made no reply.
'But I shall not allow it,' continued the maiden, gayly. 'Am I not
queen of this castle? You yourself have said it many a time. You
cannot go, Jarvis; I want you here.' And with her soft hands she
blinded him playfully.

'Silver, Silver,' called old Fog's voice above, 'come within; I want
you.'

After that the two men were very crafty in their preparations.

The boat ready, Waring went the rounds for the last time. He brought
down wood for several days and stacked it, he looked again at all the
provisions and reckoned them over; then he rowed to the north shore,
visited his traps, called out the dogs from the little house he had
made for them, and bade them good by. 'I shall leave you for old Fog,'
he said; 'be good dogs, and bring in all you can for the castle.'

The dogs wagged their tails, and waited politely on the beach until he
was out of sight; but they did not seem to believe his story, and went
back to their house tranquilly without a howl. The day passed as
usual. Once the two men happened to meet in the passage-way. 'Silver
seems restless, we must wait till darkness,' said Fog in a low tone.