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He had thriven, and grown to the strength and stature that were his rightful heritage. And "the Gray Master of the Quah-Davic," as Kane had dubbed him, was no loup-garou, no outcast human soul incarcerate in wolf form, but simply a great Alaskan timber-wolf. But this, when all is said, is quite enough.
Raised upon his hind legs the old timber-wolf, the hero of a thousand fights with other pack-leaders, or with the young upstarts of his own tribe, was fully as tall as his antagonist.
He had heard Spurling turn over on his side, rouse up and cry out. The form had crouched and sprung, and the light shone in again. There was a sound of scuffling outside, followed by a thud. Leaping to his feet, dazed and bewildered, he had run out in time to see a timber-wolf of monstrous size, with Spurling's arm in its mouth, dragging him away into the forest.
And Chance became the pet and the pride of the outfit. Riders from distant ranches would stray over to the lean-to and look at him, commenting on his size and elaborating on the fact that it usually took two of the best dogs ever whelped to pull down a timber-wolf. Even Fadeaway, now riding for the Blue, became enthusiastic and boasted of his former friendship with Chance.
He'll have to throw out the life-line if Laure gets onto that. She'll take to Letty just like a lone timber-wolf." "Looks like she'd been kiddin' us, don't it? She calls him her 'brother' and he says she's his masseur you heard him, didn't you?" There was another pause. "What's a masseur, anyhow?" "A masseur," said Mr. Broad, "is one of those women in a barber- shop that fixes your fingernails.
I'll make Williams Cache so wild that a timber-wolf can't follow his own trail through it. You'll break with me, will you, Rebstock? Then wind up your bank account; before I finish with you I'll put you in stripes and feed buzzards off your table." Rebstock's face was apoplectic. He choked with a torrent of oaths. Whispering Smith, paying no attention, walked out to where Kennedy was waiting.
There was no blatant display of wealth, and every article of furniture bore signs of long though careful use. The spotless boarded floor was bare of carpet, but was strewn with rough-cured skins, timber-wolf, antelope, coyote and bear, and here and there rugs of undoubted home make; these latter of the patchwork order.
Suddenly, far ahead, something gray shambled loosely across the path, leaped a brush heap, slunk under a fallen tree, and loped on again. For a moment Marche refused to believe his own eyes. A wolf in Lorraine! a big, gray timber-wolf, here, within a mile of the Château Morteyn! He could see it yet, passing like a shadow along the trees.
Boulder knew it at least subconsciously. "Yes, logs," he would continue, still in deep sorrow; "just the plain cedar, not squared, you know, the old original timber; I had them cut right out of the forest." By this time the visitor's excitement was obvious. "And is there game there?" he would ask. "We have the timber-wolf," said Mr.
Further on a great timber-wolf appeared and trotted along the edge of the woods, every now and then turning its head furtively to glance back. Then quite suddenly Prudence became conscious of something unusual. She raised her face to the grey vault of the sky and sniffed at the air. A pungent scent was borne upon the wind.
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