They were wonderful days for Baree.

At first he was suspicious of Pierrot.

After a little he tolerated him, and at last accepted him as a part of the cabin--and Nepeese.

It was the Willow whose shadow he became.

Pierrot noted the attachment with the deepest satisfaction.
"Ah, in a few months more, if he should leap at the throat of M'sieu the Factor," he said to himself one day.
In September, when he was six months old, Baree was almost as large as Gray Wolf--big-boned, long-fanged, with a deep chest, and jaws that could already crack a bone as if it were a stick.