"Heaven bless her and keep her from any further trouble!" When the fire showed signs of burning low he arose and piled on more brushwood.

There was hardly enough at hand to suit him, and, ax in hand, he started back from the river, to cut more.
He was within fifteen feet of some dense bushes when of a sudden he came to a halt, as he saw a pair of gleaming eyes glaring at him.

As soon as he noticed the eyes they disappeared.
"A wild animal," he thought.

"Can it be a wolf ?" Retracing his steps to the fire, he caught up his gun and waited.

But the animal did not appear, nor did Dick hear any sound save the murmur of the wind through the snow-clad trees.
The youth wondered if he ought to awaken the guide, but finally resolved to let John Barrow sleep.