He had heard a Cree woman crooning in front of her tepee; he had heard the wild chant of the caribou song--but he had never heard anything like this wonderful sweetness that fell from the lips of the girl.

He forgot his master's presence now.

Quietly, cringingly, so that she would not know, he lifted his head.

He saw her looking at him; there was something in her wonderful eyes that gave him confidence, and he laid his head in her lap.

For the second time he felt the touch of a woman's hand, and he closed his eyes with a long sighing breath.