THE/ CARING FOR THE BOY 221 



^r the leaves, and putting them next the 

 cut, bound the torn cloth tightly about his 

 foot. 



That night the storm still raged, and his wound 

 brought a delirium pain which made his fancies 

 even more realistic. Whisky-Jack heard him 

 moaning and talking to strange people. 



Next morning a cold sun came up on a still, 

 tired atmosphere. The fierce blizzard had sucked 

 all life out of the air : the Spruces long arms, 

 worn out with swaying and battling, hung asleep 

 in the dead calm : a whisper might have been 

 heard a mile away. 



At the first glint of light Jack spread his 

 wings, and, travelling fast to the home of Black 

 Fox, told of Rod s helpless condition. &quot; Before 

 it was the hunger-death that threatened ; now the 

 frost-sleep will come surely, for he cannot walk, 

 only crawl on his hands and knees like a Bear- 

 Cub,&quot; said Jay Bird, with a world of pity in his 

 voice. 



&quot; Call Mooswa and Carcajou,&quot; cried the Red 

 Widow, &quot;The Boy is in their keeping.&quot; 



When Wolverine had come he said : &quot; There 

 is still a piece of Fat-eating cached, if I can 

 find it under this mountain of white-fur that 

 covers the breast of The Boundaries.&quot; 



&quot; That is well, good Comrade,&quot; declared Black 



