His body quivered.
An answering cry rose in his throat, dying away in a whine, and for an hour after that he heard no more of the wolf-cry in the wind.

The pack had swung to the west--so far away that their voices were lost.

And it passed--with the moon straight over them--close to the shack of Pierrot, the halfbreed.
In Pierrot's cabin was a white man, on his way to Fort O' God.

He saw that Pierrot crossed himself, and muttered.
"It is the mad pack," explained Pierrot then.

"M'sieu, they have been KESKWAO since the beginning of the new moon.