Wully 



wondering what the dog was doing. Could it 

 be possible that he had really killed the widow's 

 sheep ? Then the recollection of his gentleness 

 to their own sheep came, and completed her 

 perplexity. 



Another hour slowly tick-tocked. She heard 

 a slight sound at the window that made her 

 heart jump. The scratching sound was soon 

 followed by the lifting of the sash, and in a 

 short time Wully was back in the kitchen with 

 the window closed behind him. 



By the flickering fire-light Huldah could see 

 a strange, wild gleam in his eye, and his jaws 

 and snowy breast were dashed with fresh blood. 

 The dog ceased his slight panting as he scrutin- 

 ized the girl. Then, as she did not move, he 

 lay down, and began to lick his paws and muz- 

 zle, growling lowly once or twice as though at 

 the remembrance of some recent occurrence. 



Huldah had seen enough. There could no 

 longer be any doubt that Jo was right and more 

 — a new thought flashed into her quick brain, 

 she realized that the weird fox of Monsal was 

 before her. Raising herself, she looked straight 

 at Wully, and exclaimed : 



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