Far back on the Barren Bram had loosed his pack at sight of the caribou, and the pursuit and kill had followed.

After that, when beasts and man had gorged themselves, they had returned through the night for the sledge.

Bram had made a wide detour so that he would not again pass near the finger of scrub timber that concealed his enemy, and with a curious quickening of the blood in his veins Philip observed how closely the pack hung at his heels.

The man was master--absolutely.

Later they had returned with the sledge, Bram had loaded his meat, and with his pack had struck out straight north over the Barren.