"Wolves!" The Cree smacked his lips as if he were speaking of a Mansion House banquet.
"Ah! Then that is what I heard just as I was falling asleep."
"Most likely; their track lies all round our camp; not close, for they feared our fire."
"Is there more snow to come, do you think?" None was falling now.
"Not unless the wind gets up again
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