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The
night
was
a
repetition
of
the
night
before
,
save
that
the
need
for
sleep
was
becoming
overpowering
.
The
snarling
of
his
dogs
was
losing
its
efficacy
.
Besides
,
they
were
snarling
all
the
time
,
and
his
benumbed
and
drowsy
senses
no
longer
took
note
of
changing
pitch
and
intensity
.
He
awoke
with
a
start
.
The
she-wolf
was
less
than
a
yard
from
him
.
Mechanically
,
at
short
range
,
without
letting
go
of
it
,
he
thrust
a
brand
full
into
her
open
and
snarling
mouth
.
She
sprang
away
,
yelling
with
pain
,
and
while
he
took
delight
in
the
smell
of
burning
flesh
and
hair
,
he
watched
her
shaking
her
head
and
growling
wrathfully
a
score
of
feet
away
.
But
this
time
,
before
he
dozed
again
,
he
tied
a
burning
pine-knot
to
his
right
hand
.
His
eyes
were
closed
but
few
minutes
when
the
burn
of
the
flame
on
his
flesh
awakened
him
.
For
several
hours
he
adhered
to
this
programme
.
Every
time
he
was
thus
awakened
he
drove
back
the
wolves
with
flying
brands
,
replenished
the
fire
,
and
rearranged
the
pine-knot
on
his
hand
.
All
worked
well
,
but
there
came
a
time
when
he
fastened
the
pine-knot
insecurely
.
As
his
eyes
closed
it
fell
away
from
his
hand
.
He
dreamed
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
in
Fort
McGurry
.
It
was
warm
and
comfortable
,
and
he
was
playing
cribbage
with
the
Factor
.
Also
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
fort
was
besieged
by
wolves
.
They
were
howling
at
the
very
gates
,
and
sometimes
he
and
the
Factor
paused
from
the
game
to
listen
and
laugh
at
the
futile
efforts
of
the
wolves
to
get
in
.
And
then
,
so
strange
was
the
dream
,
there
was
a
crash
.
The
door
was
burst
open
.
He
could
see
the
wolves
flooding
into
the
big
living-room
of
the
fort
.
They
were
leaping
straight
for
him
and
the
Factor
.
With
the
bursting
open
of
the
door
,
the
noise
of
their
howling
had
increased
tremendously
.
This
howling
now
bothered
him
.
His
dream
was
merging
into
something
else
--
he
knew
not
what
;
but
through
it
all
,
following
him
,
persisted
the
howling
.
And
then
he
awoke
to
find
the
howling
real
.
There
was
a
great
snarling
and
yelping
.
The
wolves
were
rushing
him
.
They
were
all
about
him
and
upon
him
.
The
teeth
of
one
had
closed
upon
his
arm
.
Instinctively
he
leaped
into
the
fire
,
and
as
he
leaped
,
he
felt
the
sharp
slash
of
teeth
that
tore
through
the
flesh
of
his
leg
.
Then
began
a
fire
fight
.
His
stout
mittens
temporarily
protected
his
hands
,
and
he
scooped
live
coals
into
the
air
in
all
directions
,
until
the
campfire
took
on
the
semblance
of
a
volcano
.
But
it
could
not
last
long
.
His
face
was
blistering
in
the
heat
,
his
eyebrows
and
lashes
were
singed
off
,
and
the
heat
was
becoming
unbearable
to
his
feet
.
With
a
flaming
brand
in
each
hand
,
he
sprang
to
the
edge
of
the
fire
.
The
wolves
had
been
driven
back
.
On
every
side
,
wherever
the
live
coals
had
fallen
,
the
snow
was
sizzling
,
and
every
little
while
a
retiring
wolf
,
with
wild
leap
and
snort
and
snarl
,
announced
that
one
such
live
coal
had
been
stepped
upon
.
Flinging
his
brands
at
the
nearest
of
his
enemies
,
the
man
thrust
his
smouldering
mittens
into
the
snow
and
stamped
about
to
cool
his
feet
.
His
two
dogs
were
missing
,
and
he
well
knew
that
they
had
served
as
a
course
in
the
protracted
meal
which
had
begun
days
before
with
Fatty
,
the
last
course
of
which
would
likely
be
himself
in
the
days
to
follow
.
"
You
ai
n't
got
me
yet
!
"
he
cried
,
savagely
shaking
his
fist
at
the
hungry
beasts
;
and
at
the
sound
of
his
voice
the
whole
circle
was
agitated
,
there
was
a
general
snarl
,
and
the
she-wolf
slid
up
close
to
him
across
the
snow
and
watched
him
with
hungry
wistfulness
.
He
set
to
work
to
carry
out
a
new
idea
that
had
come
to
him
.
He
extended
the
fire
into
a
large
circle
.
Inside
this
circle
he
crouched
,
his
sleeping
outfit
under
him
as
a
protection
against
the
melting
snow
.
When
he
had
thus
disappeared
within
his
shelter
of
flame
,
the
whole
pack
came
curiously
to
the
rim
of
the
fire
to
see
what
had
become
of
him
.
Hitherto
they
had
been
denied
access
to
the
fire
,
and
they
now
settled
down
in
a
close-drawn
circle
,
like
so
many
dogs
,
blinking
and
yawning
and
stretching
their
lean
bodies
in
the
unaccustomed
warmth
.
Then
the
she-wolf
sat
down
,
pointed
her
nose
at
a
star
,
and
began
to
howl
.
One
by
one
the
wolves
joined
her
,
till
the
whole
pack
,
on
haunches
,
with
noses
pointed
skyward
,
was
howling
its
hunger
cry
.
