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He
shook
his
head
slowly
.
"
No
,
she
did
n't
eat
him
...
.
He
's
roostin
'
in
a
tree
at
the
last
camp
.
"
"
Dead
?
"
the
man
shouted
.
"
An
'
in
a
box
,
"
Henry
answered
.
He
jerked
his
shoulder
petulantly
away
from
the
grip
of
his
questioner
.
"
Say
,
you
lem
me
alone
...
.
I
'm
jes
'
plump
tuckered
out
...
.
Goo
'
night
,
everybody
.
"
His
eyes
fluttered
and
went
shut
.
His
chin
fell
forward
on
his
chest
.
And
even
as
they
eased
him
down
upon
the
blankets
his
snores
were
rising
on
the
frosty
air
.
But
there
was
another
sound
.
Far
and
faint
it
was
,
in
the
remote
distance
,
the
cry
of
the
hungry
wolf-pack
as
it
took
the
trail
of
other
meat
than
the
man
it
had
just
missed
.
It
was
the
she-wolf
who
had
first
caught
the
sound
of
men
's
voices
and
the
whining
of
the
sled-dogs
;
and
it
was
the
she-wolf
who
was
first
to
spring
away
from
the
cornered
man
in
his
circle
of
dying
flame
.
The
pack
had
been
loath
to
forego
the
kill
it
had
hunted
down
,
and
it
lingered
for
several
minutes
,
making
sure
of
the
sounds
,
and
then
it
,
too
,
sprang
away
on
the
trail
made
by
the
she-wolf
.
Running
at
the
forefront
of
the
pack
was
a
large
grey
wolf
--
one
of
its
several
leaders
.
It
was
he
who
directed
the
pack
's
course
on
the
heels
of
the
she-wolf
.
It
was
he
who
snarled
warningly
at
the
younger
members
of
the
pack
or
slashed
at
them
with
his
fangs
when
they
ambitiously
tried
to
pass
him
.
And
it
was
he
who
increased
the
pace
when
he
sighted
the
she-wolf
,
now
trotting
slowly
across
the
snow
.
She
dropped
in
alongside
by
him
,
as
though
it
were
her
appointed
position
,
and
took
the
pace
of
the
pack
.
He
did
not
snarl
at
her
,
nor
show
his
teeth
,
when
any
leap
of
hers
chanced
to
put
her
in
advance
of
him
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
seemed
kindly
disposed
toward
her
--
too
kindly
to
suit
her
,
for
he
was
prone
to
run
near
to
her
,
and
when
he
ran
too
near
it
was
she
who
snarled
and
showed
her
teeth
.
Nor
was
she
above
slashing
his
shoulder
sharply
on
occasion
.
At
such
times
he
betrayed
no
anger
.
He
merely
sprang
to
the
side
and
ran
stiffly
ahead
for
several
awkward
leaps
,
in
carriage
and
conduct
resembling
an
abashed
country
swain
.
This
was
his
one
trouble
in
the
running
of
the
pack
;
but
she
had
other
troubles
.
On
her
other
side
ran
a
gaunt
old
wolf
,
grizzled
and
marked
with
the
scars
of
many
battles
.
He
ran
always
on
her
right
side
.
The
fact
that
he
had
but
one
eye
,
and
that
the
left
eye
,
might
account
for
this
.
He
,
also
,
was
addicted
to
crowding
her
,
to
veering
toward
her
till
his
scarred
muzzle
touched
her
body
,
or
shoulder
,
or
neck
.
As
with
the
running
mate
on
the
left
,
she
repelled
these
attentions
with
her
teeth
;
but
when
both
bestowed
their
attentions
at
the
same
time
she
was
roughly
jostled
,
being
compelled
,
with
quick
snaps
to
either
side
,
to
drive
both
lovers
away
and
at
the
same
time
to
maintain
her
forward
leap
with
the
pack
and
see
the
way
of
her
feet
before
her
.
At
such
times
her
running
mates
flashed
their
teeth
and
growled
threateningly
across
at
each
other
.
They
might
have
fought
,
but
even
wooing
and
its
rivalry
waited
upon
the
more
pressing
hunger-need
of
the
pack
.
