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‘O my husband!’ Zarinska’s voice rang out, vibrant with danger.

To the twang of a bow-string, Mackenzie swept low to the ground, and a bonebarbed arrow passed over him into the breast of the Bear, whose momentum carried him over his crouching foe. The next instant Mackenzie was up and about. The bear lay motionless, but across the fire was the Shaman, drawing a second arrow. Mackenzie’s knife leaped short in the air. He caught the heavy blade by the point. There was a flash of light as it spanned the fire. Then the Shaman, the hilt alone appearing without his throat, swayed and pitched forward into the glowing embers.

Click! Click!–the Fox had possessed himself of Thling-Tinneh’s rifle and was vainly trying to throw a shell into place. But he dropped it at the sound of Mackenzie’s laughter.

‘So the Fox has not learned the way of the plaything? He is yet a woman.

‘Come! Bring it, that I may show thee!’ The Fox hesitated.

‘Come, I say!’ He slouched forward like a beaten cur.

‘Thus, and thus; so the thing is done.’ A shell flew into place and the trigger was at cock as Mackenzie brought it to shoulder.

‘The Fox has said great deeds were afoot this night, and he spoke true. There have been great deeds, yet least among them were those of the Fox. Is he still intent to take Zarinska to his lodge? Is he minded to tread the trail already broken by the Shaman and the Bear?

‘No? Good!’

Mackenzie turned contemptuously and drew his knife from the priest’s throat.

‘Are any of the young men so minded? If so, the Wolf will take them by two and three till none are left. No? Good! Thling-Tinneh, I now give thee this rifle a second time. If, in the days to come, thou shouldst journey to the Country of the Yukon, know thou that there shall always be a place and much food by the fire of the Wolf. The night is now passing into the day. I go, but I may come again. And for the last time, remember the Law of the Wolf!’ He was supernatural in their sight as he rejoined Zarinska. She took her place at the head of the team, and the dogs swung into motion. A few moments later they were swallowed up by the ghostly forest. Till now Mackenzie had waited; he slipped into his snow-shoes to follow.

‘Has the Wolf forgotten the five long plugs?’ Mackenzie turned upon the Fox angrily; then the humor of it struck him.

‘I will give thee one short plug.’ ‘As the Wolf sees fit,’ meekly responded the Fox, stretching out his hand.