"And we will be through the bush in five minutes." "Come, Ranald! Come away, you can talk to Don any time.

Good night, Don." And so saying she headed her pony toward the clearing and was off at a gallop, and Ranald, shaking his head at his friend, ejaculated: "Man alive! what do you think of that ?" and was off after the pony.
Together they entered the bush.

The road was well beaten and the horses were keen to go, so that before many minutes were over they were half through the bush.

Ranald's spirits rose and he began to take some interest in his companion's observations upon the beauty of the lights and shadows falling across their path.
"Look at that very dark shadow from the spruce there, Ranald," she cried, pointing to a deep, black turn in the road.

For answer there came from behind them the long, mournful hunting-cry of the wolf.