But slowly and steadily it rose above this, and at last he got up from where he was lying with his back to a tree and walked out from the timber, where he could hear more plainly.
Muskwa followed him, and when Langdon stopped the tan-faced cub also stopped.

His little ears shot out inquisitively.

He turned his head to the north.

From that direction the sound was coming.
In another moment Langdon had recognized it, and yet even then he told himself that his ears must be playing him false.

It could not be the barking of dogs! By this time Bruce and Metoosin were far to the south with the pack; at least Metoosin should be, and Bruce was on his return to the camp! Quickly the sound grew more distinct, and at last he knew that he could not be mistaken.