Evidently Bram had expected his unknown enemy to pursue him, and had employed his strategy accordingly.
Why, then, had he not attacked him the night of the caribou kill?
He watched Bram as he got the pack into harness.

The wolves obeyed him like dogs.

He could perceive among them a strange comradeship, even an affection, for the man-monster who was their master.

Bram spoke to them entirely in Eskimo--and the sound of it was like the rapid CLACK--CLACK--CLACK of dry bones striking together.

It was weirdly different from the thick and guttural tones Bram used in speaking Chippewyan and the half-breed patois.
Again Philip made an effort to induce Bram to break his oppressive silence.