Before the night was over Bram would return, and with him would come the wolves.
With a shudder Philip thought of Corporal Lee as he turned back through the scrub to the big rock where he had made his camp.
The picture that flashed into his mind of the fate of the two men from Churchill added to the painful realization of his own immediate peril--a danger brought upon himself by an almost inconceivable stupidity.

Philip was no more than the average human with good red blood in his veins.

A certain amount of personal hazard held a fascination for him, but he had also the very great human desire to hold a fairly decent hand in any game of chance he entered.

It was the oppressive conviction that he had no chance now that stunned him.

For a few minutes he stood over the spot where his fire had been, a film of steam rising into his face, trying to adjust his mind to some sort of logical action.