He came to where Le Beau had passed yesterday and sniffed suspiciously of the man-smell that was still strong in the snowshoe tracks.

He had become accustomed to this smell, but he had not lost his suspicion of it.

It was repugnant to him, even as it fascinated him.

It filled him with an inexplicable fear, and yet he found himself powerless to run away from it.

Three times in the last ten days he had seen the man-brute himself.