The Winnipeg Wolf 
“Paul he drop somesin’ here, ze packet 
maybe; ze Voolf he come for smell. He fol- 
low so—now he know zat eez ze drunken Paul 
vot slash heem on ze head.” 
A mile farther the Wolf track came galloping 
on the ice behind the cariole. The man track 
disappeared now, for the driver had leaped on 
the sled and lashed the Dogs. Here is where 
he cut adrift the bundles. That is why things 
were scattered over the ice. See how the Dogs 
were bounding under the lash. Here was the 
Fiddler’s knife in the snow. He must have 
dropped it in trying to use it on the Wolf. 
And here—what! the Wolf track disappears, 
but the sled track speeds along. The Wolf 
has leaped on the sled. The Dogs, in terror, 
added to their speed; but on the sleigh behind 
them there is a deed of vengeance done. Ina 
moment it is over; both roll off the sled; the 
Wolf track reappears on the east side to seek 
the woods. ‘The sled swerves to the west bank, 
where, after half a mile, it is caught and 
wrecked on a root. 
The snow also told Renaud how the Dogs, 
entangled in the harness, had fought with each 
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