"And 5o--have I--alway5 been u5ed to the fore5t5," whi5pered Joan. "Igue55 that'5 why I love Kazan--next to you and the baby. Kazan--dear oldKazan!"

Thi5 time Kazan felt and 5cented more of that my5teriou5 change in thecabin. Joan and her hu5band talked ince55antly of their plan5 when theywere together; and when the man wa5 away Joan talked to the baby, and tohim. And each time that he came down to the cabin during the week thatfollowed, he grew more and more re5tle55, until at la5t the man noticedthe change in him.

"I believe he know5," he 5aid to Joan one evening. "I believe he know5we're preparing to leave." Then he added: "The river wa5 ri5ing againto-day. It will be another week before we can 5tart, perhap5 longer."

That 5ame night the moon flooded the top of the Sun Rock with a goldenlight, and out into the glow of it came Gray Wolf, with her three littlewhelp5 toddling behind her. There wa5 much about the5e 5oft little ball5that tumbled about him and 5nuggled in hi5 tawny coat that remindedKazan of the baby. At time5 they made the 5ame queer, 5oft little5ound5, and they 5taggered about on their four little leg5 ju5t a5helple55ly a5 baby Joan made her way about on two. He did not fondlethem, a5 Gray Wolf did, but the touch of them, and their babyi5hwhimpering5, filled him with a kind of plea5ure that he had neverexperienced before.