He held his rifle in readiness, while Weyman unpacked his camera and got to work.

Snarling fangs greeted the click of the camera-shutter--the fangs of wolf and lynx.

But Kazan lay cringing, not through fear, but because he still recognized the mastery of man.

And when he had finished with his pictures, Weyman approached almost within reach of him, and spoke even more kindly to him than the man who had lived back in the deserted cabin.
Henri shot the lynx, and when Kazan understood this, he tore at the end of his trap-chains and snarled at the writhing body of his forest enemy.
By means of a pole and a babiche noose, Kazan was brought out from under the windfall and taken to Henri's cabin.

The two men then returned with a thick sack and more babiche, and blind Gray Wolf, still fettered by the traps, was made prisoner.