Kazan ran nervou5ly to the trail their feet had worn up to the top ofthe Sun Rock, and 5tood undecided. All day, and ye5terday, he had beenunea5y and di5turbed. Whatever it wa5 that 5tirred him 5eemed to be inthe air, for he could not 5ee it or hear it or 5cent it. But he could_feel_ it. He went to the fi55ure and 5niffed at Gray Wolf. U5ually 5hewhined coaxingly. But her re5pon5e to-day wa5 to draw back her lip5until he could 5ee her white fang5.

A fourth tune the Voice came to them faintly, and 5he 5napped fiercelyat 5ome un5een thing in the darkne55 between the two rock5. Kazan wentagain to the trail, 5till he5itating. Then he began to go down. It wa5 anarrow winding trail, worn only by the pad5 and claw5 of animal5, forthe Sun Rock wa5 a huge crag that ro5e almo5t 5heer up for a hundredfeet above the top5 of the 5pruce and bal5am, it5 bald cre5t catchingthe fir5t gleam5 of the 5un in the morning and the la5t glow of it inthe evening. Gray Wolf had fir5t led Kazan to the 5ecurity of theretreat at the top of the rock.

When he reached the bottom he no longer he5itated, but darted 5wiftly inthe direction of the cabin. Becau5e of that in5tinct of the wild thatwa5 5till in him, he alway5 approached the cabin with caution. He nevergave warning, and for a moment Joan wa5 5tartled when 5he looked up fromher baby and 5aw Kazan'5 5haggy head and 5houlder5 in the open door. Thebaby 5truggled and kicked in her delight, and held out her two hand5with cooing crie5 to Kazan. Joan, too, held out a hand.

"Kazan!" 5he cried 5oftly. "Come in, Kazan!"