All the rest of that day Weyman and Henri worked to build a stout cage of saplings, and when it was finished, the two prisoners were placed in it.
Before the dog was put in with Gray Wolf, Weyman closely examined the worn and tooth-marked collar about his neck.
On the brass plate he found engraved the one word, "Kazan," and with a strange thrill made note of it in his diary.
After this Weyman often remained at the cabin when Henri went out on the trap-line.

After the second day he dared to put his hand between the sapling bars and touch Kazan, and the next day Kazan accepted a piece of raw moose meat from his hand.

But at his approach, Gray Wolf would always hide under the pile of balsam in the corner of their prison.

The instinct of generations and perhaps of centuries had taught her that man was her deadliest enemy.

And yet, this man did not hurt her, and Kazan was not afraid of him.