Then the stranger hung up a big blanket in front of the bunk, and sat down close to the stove.

Quietly Kazan slipped along the wall, and crept under the bunk.

For a long time he could hear the sobbing breath of the girl.

Then all was still.
The next morning he slipped out through the door when the man opened it, and sped swiftly into the forest.

Half a mile away he found the trail of Gray Wolf, and called to her.