"He was badly hurt, and I do not think he went far.

Here--take little Joan and sit close to the fire until I come back." The moon and the stars were brilliant in the sky when he went out in the plain.

A short distance from the edge of the timber-line he stood for a moment upon the spot where the wolves had overtaken them an hour before.
Not one of his four dogs had lived.

The snow was red with their blood, and their bodies lay stiff where they had fallen under the pack.

Pierre shuddered as he looked at them.