They had not yet been long enough a part of the wild to forget the necessity of man and in that direction there was man.

In that direction, and not far from them now, was the Hudson Bay Company's post to which they and their dead master owed their allegiance.

Kazan did not know this, but one day something happened to bring back visions and desires that widened still more the gulf between him and Gray Wolf.
They had come to the cap of a ridge when something stopped them.

It was a man's voice crying shrilly that word of long ago that had so often stirred the blood in Kazan's own veins--"_m'hoosh! m'hoosh! m'hoosh!"_--and from the ridge they looked down upon the open space of the plain, where a team of six dogs was trotting ahead of a sledge, with a man running behind them, urging them on at every other step with that cry of "_m'hoosh! m'hoosh! m'hoosh!"_ Trembling and undecided, the four huskies and the wolf-dog stood on the ridge with Gray Wolf cringing behind them.

Not until man and dogs and sledge had disappeared did they move, and then they trotted down to the trail and sniffed at it whiningly and excitedly.