WOLF! 93 



blew coldly back to him, he shivered, for in his heart 

 he was a coward. He longed to bite, and yet he did 

 not dare. 



"The sleeping fire outside, that marked the camp, 

 shot out a flaming tongue. The Wolf started, crouched, 

 fearing to pass it. Then scenting on the wind that 

 other men were coming, he slunk out and, not stopping 

 to read the signs, seized a lump of meat, bolted it, and 

 ran until he reached the wood edge. 



"The tramp of many feet bent the ice crust, hurried 

 words came from the camp, mingled with the cry of 

 Wolf ! and the crash of logs. The fire leaped high. 

 Fire also burned within the Wolf; then came the end 

 the scrap of meat that he had swallowed held the 

 fine white earth that kills ! " 



