There were at least twenty of them, perhaps thirty, and they were gone with the swiftness of shadows driven by a gale.
From his uncomfortable position Philip lowered himself to the snow again.

With its three or four hundred yard lead he figured that the caribou would almost reach the timber a mile away before the end came.
Concealed in the shadow of the spruce, he waited.

He made no effort to analyze the confidence with which he watched for Bram.

When he at last heard the curious ZIP--ZIP--ZIP of snowshoes approaching his blood ran no faster than it had in the preceding minutes of his expectation, so sure had he been that the man he was after would soon loom up out of the starlight.

In the brief interval after the passing of the wolves he had made up his mind what he would do.