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"
Meat
is
scarce
,
"
answered
his
comrade
.
"
I
ai
n't
seen
a
rabbit
sign
for
days
.
"
Thereafter
they
spoke
no
more
,
though
their
ears
were
keen
for
the
hunting-cries
that
continued
to
rise
behind
them
.
At
the
fall
of
darkness
they
swung
the
dogs
into
a
cluster
of
spruce
trees
on
the
edge
of
the
waterway
and
made
a
camp
.
The
coffin
,
at
the
side
of
the
fire
,
served
for
seat
and
table
.
The
wolf-dogs
,
clustered
on
the
far
side
of
the
fire
,
snarled
and
bickered
among
themselves
,
but
evinced
no
inclination
to
stray
off
into
the
darkness
.
"
Seems
to
me
,
Henry
,
they
're
stayin
'
remarkable
close
to
camp
,
"
Bill
commented
.
Henry
,
squatting
over
the
fire
and
settling
the
pot
of
coffee
with
a
piece
of
ice
,
nodded
.
Nor
did
he
speak
till
he
had
taken
his
seat
on
the
coffin
and
begun
to
eat
.
"
They
know
where
their
hides
is
safe
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
'd
sooner
eat
grub
than
be
grub
.
They
're
pretty
wise
,
them
dogs
.
"
Bill
shook
his
head
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
know
.
"
His
comrade
looked
at
him
curiously
.
"
First
time
I
ever
heard
you
say
anything
about
their
not
bein
'
wise
.
"
"
Henry
,
"
said
the
other
,
munching
with
deliberation
the
beans
he
was
eating
,
"
did
you
happen
to
notice
the
way
them
dogs
kicked
up
when
I
was
a-feedin
'
'em
?
"
