He remained close beside her all that day.
[Illustration: Kazan gripped at its throat] Vainly that day did Joan call for Kazan.

Her voice rose to the Sun Rock, and Gray Wolf's head snuggled closer to Kazan, and Kazan's ears dropped back, and he licked her wounds.

Late in the afternoon Kazan left Gray Wolf long enough to run to the bottom of the trail and bring up the snow-shoe rabbit.

Gray Wolf muzzled the fur and flesh, but would not eat.

Still a little later Kazan urged her to follow him to the trail.