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Dawn
came
,
and
daylight
.
The
fire
was
burning
low
.
The
fuel
had
run
out
,
and
there
was
need
to
get
more
.
The
man
attempted
to
step
out
of
his
circle
of
flame
,
but
the
wolves
surged
to
meet
him
.
Burning
brands
made
them
spring
aside
,
but
they
no
longer
sprang
back
.
In
vain
he
strove
to
drive
them
back
.
As
he
gave
up
and
stumbled
inside
his
circle
,
a
wolf
leaped
for
him
,
missed
,
and
landed
with
all
four
feet
in
the
coals
.
It
cried
out
with
terror
,
at
the
same
time
snarling
,
and
scrambled
back
to
cool
its
paws
in
the
snow
.
The
man
sat
down
on
his
blankets
in
a
crouching
position
.
His
body
leaned
forward
from
the
hips
.
His
shoulders
,
relaxed
and
drooping
,
and
his
head
on
his
knees
advertised
that
he
had
given
up
the
struggle
.
Now
and
again
he
raised
his
head
to
note
the
dying
down
of
the
fire
.
The
circle
of
flame
and
coals
was
breaking
into
segments
with
openings
in
between
.
These
openings
grew
in
size
,
the
segments
diminished
.
"
I
guess
you
can
come
an
'
get
me
any
time
,
"
he
mumbled
.
"
Anyway
,
I
'm
goin
'
to
sleep
.
"
Once
he
awakened
,
and
in
an
opening
in
the
circle
,
directly
in
front
of
him
,
he
saw
the
she-wolf
gazing
at
him
.
Again
he
awakened
,
a
little
later
,
though
it
seemed
hours
to
him
.
A
mysterious
change
had
taken
place
--
so
mysterious
a
change
that
he
was
shocked
wider
awake
.
Something
had
happened
.
He
could
not
understand
at
first
.
Then
he
discovered
it
.
The
wolves
were
gone
.
Remained
only
the
trampled
snow
to
show
how
closely
they
had
pressed
him
.
Sleep
was
welling
up
and
gripping
him
again
,
his
head
was
sinking
down
upon
his
knees
,
when
he
roused
with
a
sudden
start
.
There
were
cries
of
men
,
and
churn
of
sleds
,
the
creaking
of
harnesses
,
and
the
eager
whimpering
of
straining
dogs
.
Four
sleds
pulled
in
from
the
river
bed
to
the
camp
among
the
trees
.
Half
a
dozen
men
were
about
the
man
who
crouched
in
the
centre
of
the
dying
fire
.
They
were
shaking
and
prodding
him
into
consciousness
.
He
looked
at
them
like
a
drunken
man
and
maundered
in
strange
,
sleepy
speech
.
"
Red
she-wolf
...
.
Come
in
with
the
dogs
at
feedin
'
time
...
.
First
she
ate
the
dog-food
...
.
Then
she
ate
the
dogs
...
.
An
'
after
that
she
ate
Bill
...
.
"
"
Where
's
Lord
Alfred
?
"
one
of
the
men
bellowed
in
his
ear
,
shaking
him
roughly
.
