The wolf-man himself was lagging, and since midnight had ridden more frequently on the sledge.

Still he drove on, and Philip searched with increasing eagerness the trail ahead of them.
It was eight o'clock--two hours after they had passed the cabin--when they came to the edge of a clearing in the center of which was a second cabin.

Here at a glance Philip saw there was life.

A thin spiral of smoke was rising from the chimney.

He could see only the roof of the log structure, for it was entirely shut in by a circular stockade of saplings six feet high.
Twenty paces from where Bram stopped his team was the gate of the stockade.