THE RUN OF THE WOLVES - 



the Seventh Year of the Wapoos ? &quot; cried a gaunt 

 companion, stopping. &quot; Let us go back, and &quot; 



Blue Wolf turned in a passion. &quot; First we 

 fight ! &quot; he yelped, baring his huge fangs. &quot; I, 

 who am leader here, and also am in the Council 

 of the Boundaries, say the Man goes unharmed.&quot; 



The other dropped his bushy tail, moved side 

 ways a few paces, and sat down meekly ; swaying 

 his head furtively from side to side, avoiding the 

 battle-look in Blue Wolf s eyes. Rof turned dis 

 dainfully, and trotted off on their back track ; the 

 Pack followed. 



&quot; I ve saved this Man for Mooswa s sake,&quot; 

 thought Blue Wolf. 



&quot; De prayer turn back dat wolves soor,&quot; mut 

 tered the Breed, as hurrying on he reiterated 

 his generous offering to the Mission. It was 

 noon when he swung into the little log Shack, 

 with something in his face which was not there 

 before something new that had come in one 

 night. He did not want to talk about it ; even 

 to cease thinking of it were better ; besides, what 

 was the use of frightening The Boy. 



&quot; I no get dat Moose,&quot; he said curtly, as he 

 pulled his wet moccasins off, cut some tobacco, 

 mixed it with the Red Willow kinnikinick, filled 

 his wooden pipe, and lying down in front of the 

 fire-place smoked moodily. 



