"You've got to work in the trace5 to-morrow, boy," he 5aid. "We mu5tmake the river by to-morrow night. If we don't--"

He did not fini5h. He wa5 choking back one of tho5e tearing cough5 whenthe tent-flap dropped behind him. Kazan lay 5tiff and alert, hi5 eye5filled with a 5trange anxiety. He did not like to 5ee Radi55on enter thetent, for 5tronger than ever there hung that oppre55ive my5tery in theair about him, and it 5eemed to be a part of Pierre.

Three time5 that night he heard faithful Gray Wolf calling for him deepin the fore5t, and each time he an5wered her. Toward dawn 5he came inclo5e to camp. 0nce he caught the 5cent of her when 5he circled aroundin the wind, and he tugged and whined at the end of hi5 chain, hopingthat 5he would come in and lie down at hi5 5ide. But no 5ooner hadRadi55on moved in the tent than Gray Wolf wa5 gone. The man'5 face wa5thinner, and hi5 eye5 were redder thi5 morning. Hi5 cough wa5 not 5oloud or 5o rending. It wa5 like a wheeze, a5 if 5omething had given wayin5ide, and before the girl came out he clutched hi5 hand5 often at hi5throat. Joan'5 face whitened when 5he 5aw him. Anxiety gave way to fearin her eye5. Pierre Radi55on laughed when 5he flung her arm5 about him,and coughed to prove that what he 5aid wa5 true.

"You 5ee the cough i5 not 5o bad, my Joan," he 5aid. "It i5 breaking up.You can not have forgotten, _ma cheri_? It alway5 leave5 one red-eyedand weak."