Then I counted the dogs an' there was still six of 'em.

The tracks is there in the snow now.

D'ye want to look at 'em?
I'll show 'em to you." Henry did not reply, but munched on in silence, until, the meal finished, he topped it with a final cup of coffee.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said: "Then you're thinkin' as it was--" A long wailing cry, fiercely sad, from somewhere in the darkness, had interrupted him.

He stopped to listen to it, then he finished his sentence with a wave of his hand toward the sound of the cry, "-- one of them ?" Bill nodded.