Gilpin observer., 1918-01-17
CHAPTER vII-continued.

Pierre knelt beside her. He was
proffering something and Kazan
smelled meat. But 1t was the girls
hand that made him tremble and
shiver, and when she drew back, urging
him to follow her, he dragged himself
painfully foot or two through the
snow. Not until then did the girl see
his mangled leg. In an instant she had
forgotten all caution. and was down
close at his side.
"He can't walk" she cried, sudden
| tremble in her voice. "Look, mon pere
Here is terrible cut. We must carry
him."
II guessed that much" replied Rad
isson. "For that reason brought the
blanket. Mon Dieu, listen to that |"
From the darkness Of the forest
there came low wailing cry.
Kazan lifted his head and a trem-
bling whine answered in his throat. 1t
was Gray Wolf calling to him.
It was miracle that Pierre Raids
son should put the blanket about Ka-
zan, and carry him in to the camp,
without scratch or bite. 1t was this
AhAA oSiC thdt AiC dShCNSu, Win Juan
arm resting on KaZan's shaggy neck us
she held one end of the blanket. They
laid him down close to the fire, and aft
er little it was the man again who
brought warm water and washed away
the blood from the torn leg, and then
put something on 1t that was soft and
warm and soothing, and finally bound
q cloth about 1t.
All this was strange and new to Ka-
zan. Pierre's hand, us well as the
girls, stroked his head. 1t was the man
who brought him cruel Of meal and
tallow, and urged him to eat, while
Joan sat with her chin in her two
hands. looking at the dog and talking
to him. After this, when he was quite
comfortable, and no longer afraid, he
heard strange small cry from the
furry bundle on the sledge that brought
his head up with jerk.
Joan saw the movement, and heard
the low answering whimper in his
throat. She turned quickly to the
bundle, talking and cooling to 1t as she
took it in her arms, and then she
pulled back the bearsbin so that KaZan
could see. He had never seen baby
before, aud Joan held it out before
him, so that he could look straight ut
1t and see what wonderful creature 1t
was. Its little pink face stared stead
lily at Kazan. Its tiny fists reached
out, and 1t made queer little sounds Mt
him, and then suddenly 1t kicked and
screamed with delight and laughed. At
those sounds Kazans whole body re-
laxed, and he dragged himself to the
girls feet.
"See, he likes the baby!" she cried.
"Mon pere, we must give him name.
What shall 1t be?"
"Wait till morning for that" replied
the father. ut Is late, Joan. Go into
the tent, and sleep. We have no dogs
now, and will travel slowly. So we
must start early"
With her hand on the tent-flap, Joan
turned.
"Iie came with the wolves" she said.
"LGt us call him Wolf" With one arm
she was holding the little Joan. The
other she stretched out to Kazan.
"Wolf! Wolff" she called softly.
Kazan's eyes were on her. He knew
that she was speaking to him, and he
drew himself foot toward her.
"He knows 1t already" she cried
"Good night, mon pere."
For long time after she had gone
into the tent, old Pierre Radisson sat
on the edge of the sledge. facing the
Hre, with Kazan at his feet. Suddenly
the silence was broken again by Gray
VOLTS lonely howl deep in the forest.
Kazan lifted his head and whned.
"She's calling for you, boy" said
Pierre understandlngly.
He coughed. and clutched hand to
his breast, where the pain seemed rend-
Ing him.
"Frost-bitten lung" he said, speak
lns straight Mt Kaznn. "Got 1t early in
TN. winter, up ut Fond du Lac. Hope
Will get home-in time-with the
ldds.'
In the loneliness and emptiness Of
the big northern wilderness one falls
into the habit of taking to ones self.
But Knznns head was alert and his
eyes watcbfui, so Pierre sp Ike to him.
'Nve've got to get them home, and
n..ie's only you end me to do It," he