shaft of an arrow lay close against the boy's ,. 

 cheek. But Mooka caught his arm — 



" Look, Noel, his ear ! Malsunsis, my lit- 

 tle wolf cub," she breathed excitedly. And 

 Noel, with a great wonder in his eyes, slacked 

 his bow, while his thoughts jumped far away 

 to the den on the mountains where the trail 

 began, and to three little cubs playing like 

 kittens with the grasshoppers and the cloud 

 shadows ; for the great wolf that lay so still 

 near them, his eyes fixed in a steady glow 

 upon the coming caribou, had one ear bent 

 sharply forward, like a leaf that has been 

 creased between the fingers. 



Again Mooka broke the tense silence in 

 a low whisper. " How many wolf trails you 

 see yesterday, little brother ? " 



" Seven," said Noel, whose eyes already 

 had the cunning of Old Tomah's to under- 

 stand everything. 



" Then where tother wolf ? Only six here," 

 breathed Mooka, looking timidly all around, 

 fearing to find the steady glare of green 

 eyes fixed upon them from the shadow of 

 every thicket. 



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