The Winnipeg Wolf 
ice unharmed. Fragments of the sled were 
strewn for a mile or more up the river; not far 
from the packages were shreds of clothing that 
had belonged to the Fiddler. 
It was quite clear, the Dogs had murdered 
and eaten their driver. 
The Factor was terribly wrought up over 
the matter. It might cost him his Dogs. He 
refused to believe the report and set off to sift 
the evidence for himself. Renaud was chosen 
to go with him, and before they were within 
three miles of the fatal place Renaud pointed 
to a very large track crossing from the east 
to the west bank of the river, just after the 
Dog sled. He ran it backward for a mile or 
more on the eastern bank, noted how it had 
walked when the Dogs walked and run when 
they ran, before he turned to the Factor and 
said: “A beeg Voolf—he come after ze cariole 
all ze time.” 
Now they followed the track where it had 
crossed to the west shore. Two miles above 
Kildonan woods the Wolf had stopped his gal- 
lop to walk over to the sled trail, had followed 
it a few yards, then had returned to the woods. 
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