He drew back, and saw Gray Wolf cautiously nosing about a long and peculiarly shaped hummock in the snow.

She had traveled about it three times, but never approaching nearer than a man could have reached with a rifle barrel.

At the end of her third circle she sat down on her haunches, and Kazan went close to the hummock and sniffed.

Under that bulge in the snow, as well as in the tepee, there was death.

They slunk away, their ears flattened and their tails drooping until they trailed the snow, and did not stop until they reached their swamp home.