thrust between their own caribou's ribs to 

 make the wolves suspicious and keep them 

 from tearing the game and eating the tidbits 

 while the little hunters hurried away to bring 

 the men with their guns and dog sledges. 



They had almost crossed the second bar- 

 ren when Mooka, looking back uneasily from 

 the edge of the woods, saw a single big wolf 

 emerge across the barren and follow swiftly 

 on their trail. Startled at the sight, they 

 turned swiftly to run ; for that terrible feel- 

 ing which sweeps over a hunter, when for 

 the first time he finds himself hunted in 

 his turn, had clutched their little hearts and 

 crushed all their confidence. A sudden panic 

 seized them; they rushed away for the woods, 

 running side by side till they broke into the 

 fringe of evergreen that surrounded the bar- 

 ren. There they dropped breathless under a 

 low fir and turned to look. 



"It was wrong to run, little 

 brother," whispered Mooka. 



"Why?" said Noel. 



" Cause Wayeeses see it, and think we 

 'fraid." 



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