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shimmering gossamer of moonbeams danced and 

 danced, and beckoned and beckoned. Then from 

 the opposite direction, bursting as it were the 

 heavy silence of the place, came the answer of 

 the pack. Scarcely audible at first, then swelling 

 as another and still another voice joined, until 

 four deep-chested monster wolves howled in uni- 

 son until they reached their topmost note, then 

 dropping by steps until it became an unearthly 

 moan that slowly drifted on and died somewhere 

 up through the canon. "Wonderful!" I mused, 

 "and worth coming a long way, to be on hand at 

 such a play of wild life. I will investigate in the 

 morning and try to find out what the packs are 

 up to," I thought as I slipped back into my 

 blankets. 



"Hear anything last night?" I called over to 

 Hi's tent in the morning. 



"We've got company now," said Hi, "but 

 that's a sorry old song they sing." 



"Let's climb the ridge and see if we can tell 

 which way they went, or what they are doing," I 

 suggested. 



"They might be ten miles from here by this 

 time, and then again they mightn't," said Hi. 

 "There is one thing sure," he continued, "and that 

 is if they travel that ridge they would follow 



