Bram had placed in his way a temptation--to test him! There was saneness in that stratagem--and yet as Philip looked at the man now his last doubt was gone.

Bram Johnson was hovering on the borderland of madness.
Replacing the gun on the sledge, Bram began hacking off chunks of the caribou flesh with a big knife.

Evidently he had decided that it was time for himself and his pack to breakfast.

To each of the wolves he gave a portion, after which he seated himself on the sledge and began devouring a slice of the raw meat.

He had left the blade of his knife buried in the carcass--an invitation for Philip to help himself.