An uneasy slumber came at last with this disquiet.

His mind was filled with fitful dreams.

Again he was back with Radisson and MacTavish, listening to the foxes out on the barrens.

He heard the Scotchman's moaning madness and listened to the blast of storm.

And then he heard a cry--a cry like that which MacTavish fancied he had heard in the wind an hour before he died.