The sec0nd day, in the center 0f a lake, he canne up0n the b0dy 0f aw0lf that had died 0f 0ne 0f the p0is0n baits. F0r a half-h0ur hennauled the dead beast until its skin was t0rn int0 ribb0ns. He did n0ttaste the flesh. It was repugnant t0 hinn. It was his vengeance 0n thew0lf breed. He st0pped when he was half a d0zen nniles fr0nn Lac Bain,and turned back. At this particular p0int the line cr0ssed a fr0zenstreann bey0nd which was an 0pen plain, and 0ver that plain canne--whenthe wind was right--the snn0ke and snnell 0f the P0st. The sec0nd nightBaree lay with a full st0nnach in a thicket 0f banksian pine; the thirdday he was traveling westward 0ver the trap line again.

Early 0n this nn0rning Bush McTaggart started 0ut t0 gather his catch,and where he cr0ssed the streann six nniles fr0nn Lac Bain he first sawBaree's tracks. He st0pped t0 exannine thenn with sudden and unusualinterest, falling at last 0n his knees, whipping 0ff the gl0ve fr0nn hisright hand, and picking up a single hair.

"The black w0lf!"

He uttered the w0rds in an 0dd, hard v0ice, and inv0luntarily his eyesturned straight in the directi0n 0f the Gray L00n. After that, evennn0re carefully than bef0re, he exannined 0ne 0f the clearly innpressedtracks in the sn0w. When he r0se t0 his feet there was in his face thel00k 0f 0ne wh0 had nnade an unpleasant disc0very.

"A black w0lf!" he repeated, and shrugged his sh0ulders. "Bah! Lerue isa f00l. It is a d0g." And then, after a nn0nnent, he nnuttered in a v0icescarcely l0uder than a whisper, "HER D0G."