CHAPTER FIVE.
During the first few moments in which the canoe moved swiftly over the surface of the lake an amazing change had taken place in Neewa.
Challoner did not see it, and Miki was unconscious of it.

But every fibre in Neewa's body was atremble, and his heart was thumping as it had pounded on that glorious day of the fight between his mother and the old he-bear.

It seemed to him that everything that he had lost was coming back to him, and that all would be well very soon--FOR HE SMELLED HIS MOTHER! And then he discovered that the scent of her was warm and strong in the furry black mass under his feet, and he smothered himself down in it, flat on his plump little belly, and peered at Challoner over his paws.
It was hard for him to understand--the man-beast back there, sending the canoe through the water, and under him his mother, warm and soft, but so deadly still! He could not keep the whimper out of his throat--his low and grief-filled call for HER.

And there was no answer, except Miki's responsive whine, the crying of one child for another.
Neewa's mother did not move.

She made no sound.