8 WHEN ‘WOLF!’ WAS CRIED. 
Ten minutes later the wolf-pack swept, still 
in ‘full ery, through another wood and across 
a glade. There was a low log-hut in the 
glade, usually deserted. The blood trail passed 
within forty yards of it, and thither had gone 
the sleigh trail. 
On the wild hounds tore, heads down, 
baying, at great speed, and in the instant it 
seemed as if the windows of the hut were 
framed in sudden, jagged fire, and the wood 
reverberated to a volley of rifles. 
The pack swept on, splaying out and silent ; 
but the leader, his two rivals, and three others 
lay dead or kicking on the snow. The blood 
trail had been merely a ‘ drag’ laid early that 
day to entice the wolves near enough to the 
cabin for the noble sportsmen to shoot them. 
