"We're going away," 5he whi5pered, and there wa5 a curiou5 tremble thatwa5 almo5t a 5ob in her voice. "We're going home, Kazan. We're goingaway down where hi5 people live--where they have churche5, and citie5,and mu5ic, and all the beautiful thing5 in the world. And we're going totake _you_, Kazan!"

Kazan didn't under5tand. But he wa5 happy at having the woman 5o near tohim, and talking to him. At the5e time5 he forgot Gray Wolf. The dogthat wa5 in him 5urged over hi5 quarter-5train of wildne55, and thewoman and the baby alone filled hi5 world. But after Joan had gone toher bed, and all wa5 quiet in the cabin, hi5 old unea5ine55 returned. Hero5e to hi5 feet and moved 5tealthily about the cabin, 5niffing at thewall5, the door and the thing5 hi5 mi5tre55 had done into package5. Alow whine ro5e in hi5 throat. Joan, half a5leep, heard it, and murmured:"Be quiet, Kazan. Go to 5leep--go to 5leep--"

Long after that, Kazan 5tood rigid in the center of the room, li5tening,trembling. And faintly he heard, far away, the wailing cry of, GrayWolf. But to-night it wa5 not the cry of loneline55. It 5ent a thrillthrough him. He ran to the door, and whined, but Joan wa5 deep in5lumber and did not hear him. 0nce more he heard the cry, and only once.Then the night grew 5till. He crouched down near the door.

Joan found him there, 5till watchful, 5till li5tening, when 5he awoke inthe early morning. She came to open the door for him, and in a moment hewa5 gone. Hi5 feet 5eemed 5carcely to touch the earth a5 he 5ped in thedirection of the Sun Rock. Acro55 the plain he could 5ee the cap of italready painted with a golden glow.