yes.

"I was minded you'd run without me," McCan explained when they came up,
his small peering eyes glimmering with cunning. "So I kept an eye on the
girl, an' when I seen her caching skees an' grub, I was on. I've brought
my own skees an' webs an' grub. The fire? Sure, an' it was no danger.
The camp's asleep an' snorin', an' the waitin' was cold. Will we be
startin' now?"

Labiskwee looked swift consternation at Smoke, as swiftly achieved a
judgement on the matter, and spoke. And in the speaking she showed,
child-woman though she was in love, the quick decisiveness of one who in
other affairs of life would be no clinging vine.

"McCan, you are a dog," she hissed, and her eyes were savage with anger.
"I know it is in your heart to raise the camp if we do not take you.
Very well. We must take you. But you know my father. I am like my
father. You will do your share of the work. You will obey. And if you
play one dirty trick, it would be better for you if you had never run."

McCan looked up at her, his small pig-eyes hating and cringing, while in
her eyes, turned to Smoke, the anger melted into luminous softness.

"Is it right, what I have said?" she queried.

Daylight found them in the belt of foothills that lay between the
rolling country and the mountains. McCan suggested breakfast, but they
held on. Not until the afternoon thaw softened the crust and prevented
travel would they eat.

The foothills quickly grew rugged, and the stream, up whose frozen bed
they journeyed, began to thread deeper and deeper canyons. The signs of
spring were less frequent, though in one canyon they found foaming bits
of open water, and twice they came upon clumps of dwarf willow upon
which were the first hints of swelling buds.

Labiskwee explained to Smoke her knowledge of the country and the way
she planned to baffle pursuit. There were but two ways out, one west,
the other south. Snass would immediately dispatch parties of young men
to guard the two trails. But there was another way south. True, it did
no more than penetrate half-way into the high mountains, then, twisting
to the west and crossing three divides, it joined the regular trail.
When the young men found no traces on the regular trail they would turn
back in the belief that the escape had been made by the west traverse,
never dreaming that the runaways had ventured the harder and longer way
around.

Glancing back at McCan, in the rear, Labiskwee spoke in an underton