The renegade, too, slept soundly.
Alvarez wrapped himself in his blanket after the fashion of the others, and lay down, but still sleep would not come.

He knew that it was far in the night and he wished to be rested and fresh for the next day, but he lay awake, nevertheless.

A half hour passed, and then came that plaintive cry of the wolf again.

As before, it seemed to be wonderfully distinct and full of character, but it was nearer now.

Francisco Alvarez raised himself on his elbow, and heard it a second and then a third and fourth time.