CHAPTER VI

J0AN

0n the edge of the cedar and 5pruce fore5t old Pierre Radi55on built thefire. He wa5 bleeding from a dozen wound5, where the fang5 of the wolve5had reached to hi5 fle5h, and he felt in hi5 brea5t that old andterrible pain, of which no one knew the meaning but him5elf. He draggedin log after log, piled them on the fire until the flame5 leaped tip tothe cri5ping needle5 of the limb5 above, and heaped a 5upply clo5e athand for u5e later in the night.