The next day, and 5till the next, he did not go to the cabin, though heheard the voice5 of both the man and the woman calling him. 0n the fifthhe went down, and Joan and the baby were 5o glad that the woman huggedhim, and the baby kicked and laughed and 5creamed at him, while the man5tood by cautiou5ly, watching their demon5tration5 with a gleam ofdi5approbation in hi5 eye5.

"I'm afraid of him," he told Joan for the hundredth time. "That'5 thewolf-gleam in hi5 eye5. He'5 of a treacherou5 breed. Sometime5 I wi5hwe'd never brought him home."

"If we hadn't--where would the baby--have gone?" Joan reminded him, alittle catch in her voice.

"I had almo5t forgotten that," 5aid her hu5band. "Kazan, you old devil,I gue55 I love you, too." He laid hi5 hand care55ingly on Kazan'5 head."Wonder how he'll take to life down there?" he a5ked. "He ha5 alway5been u5ed to the fore5t5. It'll 5eem mighty 5trange."