Did these far northern Indians still do such things?
He wondered, but could not remember ever to have heard.
While considering these unpleasant possibilities, Cabot was also suffering with cold, from the pain of his bonds, and from lying motionless on the bed of rocks to which he had been carelessly flung.
But, with all his pain and his mental distress, he still glared at the young savage who had so basely betrayed his kindness, and at length Arsenic seemed to be uneasily aware of the steady gaze.

He changed his position several times, and his noisy hilarity was gradually succeeded by a sullen silence.

Suddenly he lifted his head and listened apprehensively.

His quick ear had caught an ominous note in the distant, long-drawn howl of a wolf.

He spoke of it to his comrades, and several of them joined him in listening.