But the voice was the same, and the white girlish face so close to his own blood-reddened eyes held in it that same mystery that he had learned to love.

And he saw now that which she was clutching to her breast, and there came from it a strange thrilling cry--and he knew that here on the sledge he had found not enmity and death, but that from which he had been driven away in the other world beyond the ridge.
In a flash he turned.

He snapped at Gray Wolf's flank, and she dropped away with a startled yelp.

It had all happened in a moment, but the man was almost down.

Kazan leaped under his clubbed rifle and drove into the face of what was left of the pack.