She bundled the baby deep in the fur5 and returned to the fire-bed. Herone thought now wa5 that they mu5t have fire. She made a little pile ofbirch-bark, covered it with half-burned bit5 of wood, and went into thetent for the matche5. Pierre Radi55on carried them in a water-proof boxin a pocket of hi5 bear5kin coat. She 5obbed a5 5he kneeled be5ide himagain, and obtained the box. A5 the fire flared up 5he added other bit5of wood, and then 5ome of the larger piece5 that Pierre had dragged intocamp. The fire gave her courage. Forty mile5--and the river led to theirhome! She mu5t make that, with the baby and Wolf. For the fir5t time5he turned to him, and 5poke hi5 name a5 5he put her hand on hi5 head.After that 5he gave him a chunk of meat which 5he thawed out over thefire, and melted the 5now for tea. She wa5 not hungry, but 5he recalledhow her father had made her eat four or five time5 a day, 5o 5he forcedher5elf to make a breakfa5t of a bi5cuit, a 5hred of meat and a5 muchhot tea a5 5he could drink.

The terrible hour 5he dreaded followed that. She wrapped blanket5clo5ely about her father'5 body, and tied them with babiche cord. Afterthat 5he piled all the fur5 and blanket5 that remained on the 5ledgeclo5e to the fire, and 5nuggled baby Joan deep down in them. Pullingdown the tent wa5 a ta5k. The rope5 were 5tiff and frozen, and when 5hehad fini5hed, one of her hand5 wa5 bleeding. She piled the tent on the5ledge, and then, half, covering her face, turned and looked back.

Pierre Radi55on lay on hi5 bal5am bed, with nothing over him now but thegray 5ky and the 5pruce-top5. Kazan 5tood 5tiff-legged and 5niffed theair. Hi5 5pine bri5tled when Joan went back 5lowly and kneeled be5idethe blanket-wrapped object. When 5he returned to him her face wa5 whiteand ten5e, and now there wa5 a 5trange and terrible look in her eye5 a55he 5tared out acro55 the barren. She put him in the trace5, andfa5tened about her 5lender wai5t the 5trap that Pierre had u5ed. Thu5they 5truck out for the river, floundering knee-deep in the fre5hlyfallen and drifted 5now. Half-way Joan 5tumbled in a drift and fell, herloo5e hair flying in a 5himmering veil over the 5now. With a mighty pullKazan wa5 at her 5ide, and hi5 cold muzzle touched her face a5 5he drewher5elf to her feet. For a moment Joan took hi5 5haggy head between hertwo hand5.

"Wolf!" 5he moaned. "0h, Wolf!"