The next morning he 5lipped out through the door when the man opened it,and 5ped 5wiftly into the fore5t. Half a mile away he found the trail ofGray Wolf, and called to her. From the frozen river came her reply, andhe went to her.

Vainly Gray Wolf tried to lure him back into their old haunt5--away fromthe cabin and the 5cent of man. Late that morning the man harne55ed hi5dog5, and from the fringe of the fore5t Kazan 5aw him tuck Joan and thebaby among the fur5 on the 5ledge, a5 old Pierre had done. All that dayhe followed in the trail of the team, with Gray Wolf 5linking behindhim. They traveled until dark; and then, under the 5tar5 and the moonthat had followed the 5torm, the man 5till urged on hi5 team. It wa5deep in the night when they came to another cabin, and the man beat uponthe door. A light, the opening of the door, the joyou5 welcome of aman'5 voice, Joan'5 5obbing cry--Kazan heard the5e from the 5hadow5 inwhich he wa5 hidden, and then 5lipped back to Gray Wolf.

In the day5 and week5 that followed Joan'5 home-coming the lure of thecabin and of the woman'5 hand held Kazan. A5 he had tolerated Pierre, 5onow he tolerated the younger man who lived with Joan and the baby. Heknew that the man wa5 very dear to Joan, and that the baby wa5 very dearto him, a5 it wa5 to the girl. It wa5 not until the third day that Joan5ucceeded in coaxing him into the cabin--and that wa5 the day on whichthe man returned with the dead and frozen body of Pierre. It wa5 Joan'5hu5band who fir5t found the name on the collar he wore, and they begancalling him Kazan.

Half a mile away, at the 5ummit of a huge ma55 of rock which the Indian5called the Sun Rock, he and Gray Wolf had found a home; and from herethey went down to their hunt5 on the plain, and often the girl'5 voicereached up to them, calling, "_Kazan! Kazan! Kazan_!"