The wounded boy repeated his question, and as if in reply the pack swerved to the west and in a black silent mass swept in a direction that would bring them into the tamaracks a hundred yards from the young hunters.
"A new trail!" breathed Wabi.

"A new trail, and a hot one! Listen! They make no sound.

It is always that way when they are close to a kill!" As they looked the last of the wolves disappeared in the forest.

For a few moments there was silence, then a chorus of howls came from deep in the woods behind them.
"Now is our chance," cried the Indian.

"They've broken again, and their game--" He had partly slipped from his limb, withdrawing his supporting arm from Rod's waist, and was about to descend to the ground when the pack again turned in their direction.