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Updated: April 30, 2025
And then the silence was broken. From afar it might have been a mile away there came an answering cry; and at that cry the wolf at the end of his babeesh thong settled upon his haunches again and sent back the call that comes only when there is blood upon the trail or when near the killing time. There was not the rustle of a bough, not a word spoken, by the silent watchers in the spruce.
We fell back where Wolf was tied and just as I knew they'd got me sure I cut his babeesh with the knife I had in my hand." "Didn't he show fight?" "For a minute. Then one of the Indians shot, at him and he hiked off into the woods." "Queer they didn't wait for Mukoki and me," mused Rod. "Why didn't they ambush us?"
He made another effort, tore up the snow in his frantic endeavors to free himself, to break loose, to follow in the wild glad cry of freed savagery in the calling of his people. He failed again, panting, whining in piteous helplessness. Then he settled upon his haunches at the end of his babeesh thong.
The blood trails were leading him away toward the game scent, and he tugged viciously at the babeesh that held him captive, gnawing at it vainly, like an angry dog, forgetting what experience had taught him many times before.
Jean drew forth his revolver and deliberately cocked it. "Bear in mind, M'seur, that I will kill you if you break your word. You may go ahead." And he pointed down the side of the mountain. Half-way down the ridge a low word from Croisset stopped the engineer. Jean had toggled his team with a stout length of babeesh on the mountain top and he was looking back when Howland turned toward him.
Without speaking Mukoki threw off his heavy pack. Wabi unbuckled his harness and relieved his shoulders of their burden. Rod, following their example, dropped his small pack beside that of the old Indian, and Wolf, straining at his babeesh thong, gazed with eager eyes into the hollow as though he, too, knew that it was to be their winter home. Wabi broke the silence.
With another length of babeesh Howland tied his companion's legs. "I'm going to investigate a little," he explained. "I am not afraid of your voice, for if you begin to shout I will hear you first. But with your legs free you might take it into your head to run away." "Would you mind spreading a blanket on the floor, M'seur? If you are gone long this box will grow hard and sharp."
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