A fire raged and Eleanor was sitting beside it, shivering and savouring its warmth. Her clothes were still wet, but until she could return to her home, she would remain in them. Pork-Chop was tied to a tree, apparently recovered and like her, enjoying the heat from the fire. Danny had stopped shivering and his shirt lay steaming on a stick near the flames and Willy had gone in search of more wood.
"Thank you again, so much," Eleanor said. "You saved my life. If you hadn't saved me when you did, I think I would have given up."
"You were lucky, Miss, I tell ya," said Danny. "If we hadn't seen you chasing that pig, then I don't think anyone else would 'ave, either."
Eleanor nodded in understanding.
"I just want to go home and get into some dry clothes," she said quietly as she hugged her
