yes, you may have the beast! May the saints preserve you!" "And his name ?" "The Indian who owned him as a puppy five years ago called him Baree, which among the Dog Ribs means Wild Blood.

He should have been called The Devil." Thoreau shrugged his shoulders, as though the matter and its consequences were now off his hands, and turned in the direction of the cabin.

As he followed the Frenchman, David looked back at Baree.

The big husky had risen from the snow.

He was standing at the full length of his chain, and as David disappeared among the spruce a low whine that was filled with a strange yearning followed him.