The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1921-04-14
The Voice of the Pack
By EDISON MARSHALL
By EDISON MARSHALL
Copyright. 1920. by Little. Brown & .cc


I counts because I didn't win. It's just
fate. Snowbird. It's no ones fault, but
maybe, in this world, nothing is ever
anyOneS fault" For i'm the twilight of
those winter woods, in the shadow of
death itself, perhaps he was catching
glimmerings Of eternal truths that are
hidden from all but the most far-see-
ing eyes.
"And this is the end?" she asked
him. She spoke very bravely
"No!" His hand frightened on hers
"No, so long as an ounce of strength
remains. To f1ght-never to give up
may God give me spirit for it till
die
| And this was no Ltle prayer. His
eyes raised to the starry sky as he
spoke.
But, son." Lennox asked. him ratA-
er quietly, "what can you do? The
| wolves aren't going to wait a great
deal longer and we can't go on"
There's one thing more-one more
trial to make" Dan answered. 81
thought about it at first, but it was too
| long chance to try if there was any
of it too"
"Overtaking Cranston?"
"Of course. And it sounds like a
crazy dream. But listen, both of you.
If we have got to die, up here in the
snow-and it looks like we had-what
is the thing you want done worst be-
fore we go?''
Lennox's hands clasped, and he
leaned forward on the sled. "Pay
CranstOn ~ he said.
"Yes!' Dams voice rang. Grams.
toms never going to be paid unless wr
do it,. There will be- no signs of in
eendiarism at the house, and no
proofs. They'll find our bodies in the
snow, and Wen just be a mystery,
with no one made to pay. The evil
dence in my pocket will be taken by
Cranston. some time this winter. If
don't make him pay, he never will pay.
And that's one reason why Pm going
to try to carry out this plan I've got.
'"The second reason is that it's the
one hope we have left. take it that
none ofus are deceived On that point.
And no man can die tamely-if he is
a man-while there's q chance. mean
a young man, like me-not one9Who is
old and tired. 1t sounds perfectly silly
to talk about finding Cranston's win
ter quarters, and then, with my bare
hands, conquering him, taking his food
and his blankets and his snowshoes
and his rifle, to fight away these
wolves, and bringing 'em back here"
you wouldn't be barehanded," the
girl reminded him. "Y0u could have
the pistol"
He didn't even seem to hear her.
I've been thinking about it. It's q
long, long chance-much worse than
the chance we had OF getting out by
straight walking. I think We could
have made it, If the wolves had kept
off and the snOwshOe hadn't broken.
II would have nearly killed us, but
believe we could have got out. That's
why didn't try this other way first.
A man with his bare hands hasn't
much of chance against another with
rifle, and I don't want you to be too
hopeful. And of course, the hardest
problem is finding his camp.
But / do feel sure of one thing:
that he is back to his old trapping line
on the North FOrk-somewhere south
of here-and his camp is somewhere
on the river. I think he would have
gone there so that he could cut off any
attempt I might make to get through
with those letters. My plan is to start
back at an angle that will carry me
between the North Fork and our old
house. Somewhere in there I'll find !
his tracks, the tracks he made when
he first came over to burn up the
house. I suppose he was careful t.
mix 'em up after once he arrived |
here, but the first part of the way hs |
likely walked straight toward the |
house from his camp. Somewhere, if y
go that way, I'll cross his trail-with !
in 10 miles at least. Then I'll back !
track him to his camp"
"And never come back ~" the girl !
cried.
maybe not. But at least every
thing that can be done will be done.
Nothing will be left. No regrets We |
will have made the last trial. I'm not
going to waste any time, Snowbird
The sooner we get your fire built the