It was the power to evoke the actual living picture of the event that bad not yet occurred, something akin in its nature to prophecy, based perhaps upon the wonderful power of observation, inherited doubtless, from countless primitive ancestors.

The finest product of the wilderness, he saw in that wilderness many things that others did not see, and unconsciously he drew his conclusions from superior knowledge.
The song had ceased a full ten minutes, and then came another note, a howl almost plaintive, but, nevertheless, weird and full of ferocity.
All knew it at once.

They had heard the cry of wolves too often in their lives, but this had an uncommon note like the yell of the Indian in victory.

Again the cry arose, nearer, haunting, and powerful.

The five, used to the darkness, could see one another's faces, and the look that all gave was the same, full of understanding and repulsion.
"It has been a great day for the wolf in this valley," whispered Paul, "and striking our trail they think they are going to find what they have been finding in such plenty before." "Yes," nodded Henry, "but do you remember that time when in the house we took the place of the man, his wife and children, just before the Indians came ?" "Yes," said Paul.
"We'll treat them wolves the same way," said Shif'less Sol.
"I'm glad of the chance," said Long Jim.
"Me, too," said Tom Ross.
The five rose up to sitting positions against the board wall, and everyone held across his knees a long, slender barreled rifle, with the muzzle pointing toward the forest.