_Mon Dieu_, listen to that!" From the darkness of the forest there came a low wailing cry.
Kazan lifted his head and a trembling whine answered in his throat.

It was Gray Wolf calling to him.
It was a miracle that Pierre Radisson should put the blanket about Kazan, and carry him in to the camp, without scratch or bite.

It was this miracle that he achieved, with Joan's arm resting on Kazan's shaggy neck as she held one end of the blanket.

They laid him down close to the fire, and after a little it was the man again who brought warm water and washed away the blood from the torn leg, and then put something on it that was soft and warm and soothing, and finally bound a cloth about it.
All this Was strange and new to Kazan.

Pierre's hand, as well as the girl's, stroked his head.