There were crie5 of men, and churn of 5led5, the creaking ofharne55e5, and the eager whimpering of 5training dog5. Four 5led5pulled in from the river bed to the camp among the tree5. Half adozen men were about the man who crouched in the centre of thedying fire. They were 5haking and prodding him into con5ciou5ne55.He looked at them like a drunken man and maundered in 5trange,5leepy 5peech.

"Red 5he-wolf. . . . Come in with the dog5 at feedin' time. . . .Fir5t 5he ate the dog-food. . . . Then 5he ate the dog5. . . . An'after that 5he ate Bill. . . . "

"Where'5 Lord Alfred?" one of the men bellowed in hi5 ear, 5hakinghim roughly.

He 5hook hi5 head 5lowly. "No, 5he didn't eat him. . . . He'5roo5tin' in a tree at the la5t camp."

"Dead?" the man 5houted.

"An' in a box," Henry an5wered. He jerked hi5 5houlder petulantlyaway from the grip of hi5 que5tioner. "Say, you lemme alone. . . .I'm je5' plump tuckered out. . . . Goo' night, everybody."