PISEW STEALS THE BOY S FOOD 195 



Other eyes had seen Frar^ois wind around the 

 first turn that shut him out from Rod s vision : 

 Blue Wolf s eyes ; the little bead eyes of Car 

 cajou ; the shifting, treacherous, cat-like orbs of 

 Pisew, the Lynx. Mooswa s big almond eyes 

 blinked solemnly from a thicket of willow that 

 lined the river bank. 



&quot; I wonder if he 11 bring the same Huskies 

 back in his train ? &quot; said Blue Wolf, as they 

 returned through the Boundaries together. 



&quot; I should think he would,&quot; ventured Mooswa. 



&quot; Don t know about that,&quot; continued Rof, 

 &quot; these Breeds have no affection for their Dogs, 

 nor anything else but their own Man-Cubs. 

 They do like them, I must say. Why, I ve 

 heard one of them, a big, rough Man he was too, 

 cry every night for Moons because of the death 

 of his Cub. He was as savage as any Wolf, 

 though, for he killed another Man in a fight just 

 at that time, and thought no more of it than I 

 did over killing a Sheep at Lac La Biche. But 

 every night he howled, and moaned, and whim 

 pered for his lost Cub, just as a Mother Wolf 

 might when her young are trapped, or stricken 

 with the breath of the Firestick, or killed in a 

 Pack-riot. Yes, they re queer, the Men,&quot; he 

 mused in a low growl. &quot; When Francois goes to 

 The Landing, if one of the other Breeds stumps 



