"Wait!" he cried. "It'5 not a wolf. It'5 a dog!"

Henri lowered hi5 rifle, 5taring at the collar. Weyman'5 eye5 5hot toGray Wolf. She wa5 facing them, 5narling, her white fang5 bared to thefoe5 5he could not 5ee. Her blind eye5 were clo5ed. Where there 5houldhave been eye5 there wa5 only hair, and an exclamation broke fromWeyman'5 lip5.

"Look!" he commanded of Henri. "What in the name of heaven--"

"0ne i5 dog--wild dog that ha5 run to the wolve5," 5aid Henri. "And theother i5--wolf."