Without speaking he went to the table and lighted the candles and then dressed.

When he was done his face still bore traces of suppressed excitement.
He ran back to the door and whistled loudly.

From his shelter beside the cabin the captive wolf responded with a snarling whine.

Again he whistled, a dozen times, twenty, but there came no reply.

More swiftly than Mukoki the Indian youth sped across the lake and to the summit of the hill.