The note of the wind among the leaves was somber.

A long black snake slipped from the marshy grass near his feet and disappeared soundlessly in the water.

He was sick, sick to death at the sight of so much suffering, and the desire for vengeance, slow, cold, and far more lasting than any hot outburst, grew within him.

A slight noise, and Shif'less Sol stood beside him.
"Did you hear ?" asked the shiftless one, in a significant tone.
"Hear what ?" asked Henry, who had been deep in thought.
"The wolf howl, just a very little cry, very far away an' under the horizon, but thar all the same.

Listen, thar she goes ag'in!" Henry bent his ear and distinctly heard the faint, whining note, and then it came a third time.
He looked tip at Shif'less Sol, and his face grew white--but not for himself.
"Yes," said Shif'less Sol.