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 At first he had been certain that they would go the moment their stores were destroyed. When he had learned from the smoke in their chimney  and the steady light in their windows that they  were to stay, his fury knew no bounds. Even during the storm, in which no ordinary man could  walk abroad and live, he went forth every night  to go close to the cottage on the hill and see if its  defenders were not weakening. It had been the last stab to Laughing Mary’s dumbly repentant  heart to hear that the boys were starving in the  cabin opposite and it had been she who, the moment the snowfall cleared, had robbed Jake’s  larder and toiled across the valley to bring them  food.

Jake had already been behaving strangely that night, his rage, excitement and the long life of  hardships and excesses had probably brought him  near to the breaking point. He had tried to follow Laughing Mary, had floundered into a drift and had lain there in the fearful cold until she  found him and dragged him home. His desperate fury at what she had done made her fear to