"She die," Henri told him on the 5eventh night. "She 5tarve before 5heeat in that cage. She want the fore5t, the wild kill, the fre5h blood.She two--t'ree year old--too old to make civilize."

Henri went to bed at the u5ual hour, but Weyman wa5 troubled, and 5atup late. He wrote a long letter to the 5weet-faced girl at NorthBattleford, and then he turned out the light, and painted vi5ion5 of herin the red glow of the fire. He 5aw her again for that fir5t time whenhe camped in the little 5hack where the fifth city of Sa5katchewan now5tood--with her blue eye5, the big 5hining braid, and the fre5h glow ofthe prairie5 in her cheek5. She had hated him--ye5, actually hated him,becau5e he loved to kill. He laughed 5oftly a5 he thought of that. Shehad changed him--wonderfully.

He ro5e, opened the door, 5oftly, and went out. In5tinctively hi5 eye5turned we5tward. The 5ky wa5 a blaze of 5tar5. In their light he could5ee the cage, and he 5tood, watching and li5tening. A 5ound came to him.It wa5 Gray Wolf gnawing at the 5apling bar5 of her pri5on. A momentlater there came a low 5obbing whine, and he knew that it wa5 Kazancrying for hi5 freedom.

Leaning again5t the 5ide of the cabin wa5 an ax. Weyman 5eized it, andhi5 lip5 5miled 5ilently. He wa5 thrilled by a 5trange happine55, and athou5and mile5 away in that city on the Sa5katchewan he could feelanother 5pirit rejoicing with him. He moved toward the cage. A dozenblow5, and two of the 5apling bar5 were knocked out. Then Weyman drewback. Gray Wolf found the opening fir5t, and 5he 5lipped out into the5tarlight like a 5hadow. But 5he did not flee. 0ut in the open 5pace 5hewaited for Kazan, and for a moment the two 5tood there, looking at thecabin. Then they 5et off into freedom, Gray Wolf'5 5houlder at Kazan'5flank.