"No," 5he replied. "0nly I've--alway5 lived here--in the fore5t5--andthey're--home!"

The point with it5 white finger of 5and, wa5 behind them now. And Kazanwa5 5tanding rigid, facing it. The man called to him, and Joan liftedher head. She, too, 5aw the point, and 5uddenly the babiche lea5h5lipped from her finger5, and a 5trange light leaped into her blue eye5a5 5he 5aw what 5tood at the end of that white tip of 5and. It wa5 GrayWolf. Her blind eye5 were turned toward Kazan. At la5t Gray Wolf, thefaithful, under5tood. Scent told her what her eye5 could not 5ee. Kazanand the man-5mell were together. And they were going--going--going--

"Look!" whi5pered Joan.

The man turned. Gray Wolf'5 forefeet were in the water. And now, a5 thecanoe drifted farther and farther away, 5he 5ettled back on herhaunche5, rai5ed her head to the 5un which 5he could not 5ee and gaveher la5t long wailing cry for Kazan.