THE RUN OF THE WOLVES 



AFTER Mooswa left the others he walked 

 to within two hundred yards of the Shack. 



&quot; Brother Rof,&quot; he said to his Comrade, &quot; wait 

 for me to-night at Pelican Portage you and 

 your Pack. If the Man follows me that far, I 

 shall be tired by then, and need your help.&quot; 



&quot; You 11 get it, old Friend we 11 sing the 

 Song of the Kill for this slayer of the Boundary 

 People. There will be great sport to-night 

 rare sport. Ur-r-r-a-ah ! but the Pups will learn 

 somewhat of the Chase by my love of a Long 

 Run, they shall ! Drink not, Mooswa, while 

 you trail, for a water-logged stomach makes a dry 

 throat ! &quot; 



Just as Blue Wolf disappeared on his Pack- 

 gathering errand, the Half-breed came out of his 

 Shack. On his feet were snow-shoes ; over his 

 shoulder a bag, and in his hand a .45-75 Win 

 chester rifle he was ready for the Marten Road. 

 Mooswa started off through the Forest at a rack 

 ing pace. 



