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legs are knocking together in weariness ; the 

 snow drinks much of your red blood.&quot; 



&quot; Come,&quot; called Mooswa, &quot; the Man-scent 

 turns the first point.&quot; 



Blue Wolf, whining piteously, was rubbing his 

 red-stained jowl up the neck of one of his dead 

 Sons. He turned, balanced himself unsteadily, 

 and tried to kick snow over their dead bodies. 

 Bull-Moose, seeing this, lowered his head, gave 

 three or four mighty scrapes with his wide horns, 

 and piled great white mounds over Blue Wolf s 

 dead children. 



cc Come away now,&quot; he commanded again ; 

 &quot;the Hunt-men sight us they are racing.&quot; 



&quot; They 11 have a fair trail to follow for a 

 little,&quot; answered Wolf; &quot; then it will be dark, 

 and we 11 lose them. I go to the Pack for 

 safety ; had I known of the Dogs and this other 

 Man I should have brought more than two Cub- 

 wolves.&quot; 



&quot; I go to the Shack,&quot; said Mooswa, shortening 

 his steps to keep pace with Wolf. 



&quot; To be killed by the Hunt-men ? &quot; 



&quot; I don t know ; I go to The Boy.&quot; 



As they climbed the bank, &quot; Bang ! pin-g-g-g ! &quot; 

 sang a leaden messenger, fairly whistling through 

 the crotches of Mooswa s horns. 



&quot; The Firestick ! &quot; he grunted ; &quot; sight of his 



