At the first hint of darkness he hastened to make a camp, and he saw to it that he had a generous supply of firewood.

He fed the dogs, cooked and ate his supper, and made his bed close to the fire.
But he was not destined to enjoy that bed.

Before his eyes closed the wolves had drawn too near for safety.

It no longer required an effort of the vision to see them.

They were all about him and the fire, in a narrow circle, and he could see them plainly in the firelight lying down, sitting up, crawling forward on their bellies, or slinking back and forth.