All other things were forgotten in the fact that he had struck the trail of a man--AND, THEREFORE, THE TRAIL OF CHALLONER, HIS MASTER.

He began to follow it--slowly at first, as if fearing that it might get away from him.

Darkness came, and he was still following it.

In the light of the stars he persisted, all else crowded from him but the homing instinct of the dog and the desire for a master.
At last he came almost to the shore of the Loon, and there he saw the campfire of Makoki and the white man.
He did not rush in.

He did not bark or yelp; the hard schooling of the wilderness had already set its mark upon him.