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Bill grunted his disagreement with the diagnosis, and lapsed into silence. The day was like all the days. Light came at nine oclock. At twelve oclock the southern horizon was warmed by the unseen sun; and then began the cold gray of afternoon that would merge, three hours later, into night. It was just after the suns futile effort to appear, that Bill slipped the rifle from under the sled-lashings and said: You keep right on, Henry, Im goin to see what I can see. Youd better stick by the sled, his partner protested. Youve only got three cartridges, an theres no tellin what might happen. Whos croakin now? Bill demanded triumphantly. Henry made no reply, and plodded on alone, though often he cast anxious glances back into the gray solitude where his partner had disappeared. An hour later, taking advantage of the cut-offs around which the sled had to go, Bill arrived. Theyre scattered an rangin along wide, he said; keepin up with us an lookin for game at the same time. You see, theyre sure of us, only they know theyve go to wait to get us. In the meantime theyre willin to pick up anythin eatable that comes handy. You mean they think theyre sure of us, Henry objected pointedly. But Bill ignored him. I seen some of them. Theyre pretty thin. They aint had a bite in weeks, I reckon, outside of Fatty an Frog an Spanker; an theres so many of em that that didnt go far. Theyre remarkable thin. Their ribs is like washboards, an their stomachs is right up against their backbones. Theyre pretty desperate, I can tell you. Theyll be goin mad yet, an then watch out. A few minutes later, Henry, who was now traveling behind the sled, emitted a low, warning whistle. Bill turned and looked, then quietly stopped the dogs To the rear, from around the last bend and plainly into view, on the very trail they had just covered, trotted a furry, slinking form. Its nose was to the trail, and it trotted with a peculiar, sliding, effortless gait. When they halted, it halted, throwing up its head and regarding them steadily with nostrils that twitched as it caught and studied the scent of them. Its the she-wolf, Bill whispered. The dogs had lain down in the snow, and he walked past them to join his partner at the sled. Together they watched the strange animal that had pursued them for days and that had already accomplished the destruction of half their dogteam. After a searching scrutiny, the animal trotted forward a few steps. This it repeated several times, till it was a short hundred yards away. It paused, head up, close by a clump of spruce trees, and with sight and scent studied the outfit of the watching men. It looked at them in a strangely wistful way, after the manner of a dog; but in its wistfulness there was none of the dog affection. It was a wistfulness bred of hunger, as cruel as its own fangs, as merciless as the frost itself. It was large for a wolf, its gaunt frame advertising the lines of an animal that was among the largest of its kind. Stands pretty close to two feet an a half at the shoulders, Henry commented. An Ill bet it aint far from five feet long. Kind of strange color for a wolf, was Bills criticism. I never seen a red wolf before. Looks almost cinnamon to me. |
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