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"
I
saw
the
other
one
run
off
across
the
snow
,
"
Bill
announced
with
cool
positiveness
.
"
I
saw
seven
.
"
Henry
looked
at
him
commiseratingly
,
and
said
,
"
I
'll
be
almighty
glad
when
this
trip
's
over
.
"
"
What
d'ye
mean
by
that
?
"
Bill
demanded
.
"
I
mean
that
this
load
of
ourn
is
gettin
'
on
your
nerves
,
an
'
that
you
're
beginnin
'
to
see
things
.
"
"
I
thought
of
that
,
"
Bill
answered
gravely
.
"
An
'
so
,
when
I
saw
it
run
off
across
the
snow
,
I
looked
in
the
snow
an
'
saw
its
tracks
.
Then
I
counted
the
dogs
an
'
there
was
still
six
of
'em
.
The
tracks
is
there
in
the
snow
now
.
D'ye
want
to
look
at
'em
?
I
'll
show
'em
to
you
.
"
Henry
did
not
reply
,
but
munched
on
in
silence
,
until
,
the
meal
finished
,
he
topped
it
with
a
final
cup
of
coffee
.
He
wiped
his
mouth
with
the
back
of
his
hand
and
said
:
"
Then
you
're
thinkin
'
as
it
was
--
"
A
long
wailing
cry
,
fiercely
sad
,
from
somewhere
in
the
darkness
,
had
interrupted
him
.
He
stopped
to
listen
to
it
,
then
he
finished
his
sentence
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
toward
the
sound
of
the
cry
,
"
--
one
of
them
?
"
Bill
nodded
.
"
I
'd
a
blame
sight
sooner
think
that
than
anything
else
.
You
noticed
yourself
the
row
the
dogs
made
.
"
Cry
after
cry
,
and
answering
cries
,
were
turning
the
silence
into
a
bedlam
.
From
every
side
the
cries
arose
,
and
the
dogs
betrayed
their
fear
by
huddling
together
and
so
close
to
the
fire
that
their
hair
was
scorched
by
the
heat
.
Bill
threw
on
more
wood
,
before
lighting
his
pipe
.
