They are the loups-garous; in their bodies ride the spirits of devils, and there they will ride until the bodies die.

For the wolves that go mad in the deep snows always die, m'sieu.

That is the strange part of it.

THEY DIE!" And then it was, swinging eastward from the cabin of Pierrot, that the mad wolves of Jackson's Knee came into the country of the big swamp wherein trees bore the Double-X blaze of Jacques Le Beau's axe.

There were fourteen of them running in the moonlight.