first cast of the lasso settled over the neck of a little fellow。 Jones hauled him out over the slippery snow and laughed as he bound the hairy legs。 In less time than he had taken to capture one buffalo calf； with half the escort； he had all the little musk…oxen bound fast。 Then he signaled this feat by pealing out an Indian yell of victory。
〃Buff； we've got 'em；〃 cried Rea； 〃An' now for the hell of it gettin' 'em home。 I'll fetch the sleds。 〃You might as well down thet best cow for me。 I can use another skin。〃
Of all Jones's prizes of captured wild beastswhich numbered nearly every species common to western North Americahe took greatest pride in the little musk…oxen。 In truth； so great had been his passion to capture some of these rare and inaccessible mammals； that he considered the day's world the fulfillment of his life's purpose。 He was happy。 Never had he been so delighted as when； the very evening of their captivity； the musk…oxen； evincing no particular fear of him； began to dig with sharp hoofs into the snow for moss。 And they found moss； and ate it； which solved Jones's greatest problem。 He had hardly dared to think how to feed them； and here they were picking sustenance out of the frozen snow。
〃Rea； will you look at that！ Rea； will you look at that！〃 he kept repeating。 〃See； they're hunting； feed。〃
And the giant； with his rare smile； watched him play with the calves。 They were about two and a half feet high； and resembled long…haired sheep。 The ears and horns were undiscernible； and their color considerably lighter than that of the matured beasts。
〃No sense of fear of man；〃 said the life…student of animals。 〃But they shrink from the dogs。〃
In packing for the journey south； the captives were strapped on the sleds。 This circumstance necessitated a sacrifice of meat and wood； which brought grave； doubtful shakes of Rea's great head。
Days of hastening over the icy snow； with short hours for sleep and rest； passed before the hunters awoke to the consciousness that they were lost。 The meat they had packed had gone to feed themselves and the dogs。 Only a few sticks of wood were left。
〃Better kill a calf； an' cook meat while we've got little wood left；〃 suggested Rea。
〃Kill one of my calves？ I'd starve first！〃 cried Jones。
The hungry giant said no more。
They headed southwest。 All about them glared the grim monotony of the arctics。 No rock or bush or tree made a welcome mark upon the hoary plain Wonderland of frost； white marble desert； infinitude of gleaming silences！
Snow began to fall； making the dogs flounder； obliterating the sun by which they traveled。 They camped to wait for clearing weather。 Biscuits soaked in tea made their meal。 At dawn Jones crawled out of the tepee。 The snow had ceased。 But where were the dogs？ He yelled in alarm。 Then little mounds of white； scattered here and there became animated； heaved； rocked and rose to dogs。 Blankets of snow had been their covering。
Rea had ceased his 〃Jackoway out of wood；〃 for a reiterated question： 〃Where are the wolves？〃
〃Lost；〃 replied Jones in hollow humor。
Near the close of that day； in which they had resumed travel； from the crest of a ridge they descried a long； low； undulating dark line。 It proved to be the forest of 〃Little sticks；〃 where； with grateful assurance of fire and of soon finding their old trail； they made camp。
〃We've four biscuits left； an' enough tea for one drink each；〃 said Rea。 〃I calculate we're two hundred miles from Great Slave Lake。 Where are the wolves？〃
At that moment the night wind wafted through the forest a long； haunting mourn。 The calves shifted uneasily； the dogs raised sharp noses to sniff the air； and Rea； settling back against a tree； cried out： 〃Ho！ Ho！〃 Again the savage sound； a keen wailing note with the hunger of the northland in it； broke the cold silence。 〃You'll see a pack of real wolves in a minute；〃 said Rea。 Soon a swift pattering of feet down a forest slope brought him to his feet with a curse to reach a brawny hand for his rifle。 White streaks crossed the black of the tree trunks； then indistinct forms； the color of snow； swept up； spread out and streaked to and fro。 Jones thought the great； gaunt； pure white beasts the spectral wolves of Rea's fancy； for they were silent； and silent wolves must belong to dreams only。
〃Ho！ Ho！〃 yelled Rea。 〃There's green…fire eyes for you； Buff。 Hell itself ain't nothin' to these white devils。 Get the calves in the tepee； an' stand ready to loose the dogs； for we've got to fight。〃
Raising his rifle he opened fire upon the white foe。 A struggling； rustling sound followed the shots。 But whether it was the threshing about of wolves dying in agony； or the fighting of the fortunate ones over those shot； could not be ascertained in the confusion。
Following his example Jones also fired rapidly on the other side of the tepee。 The same inarticulate； silently rustling wrestle succeeded this volley。
〃Wait！〃 cried Rea。 〃Be sparin' of cartridges。〃
The dogs strained at their chains and bravely bayed the wolves。 The hunters heaped logs and brush on the fire； which； blazing up； sent a bright light far into the woods。 On the outer edge of that circle moved the white； restless； gliding forms。
〃They're more afraid of fire than of us；〃 said Jones。
So it proved。 When the fire burned and crackled they kept well in the background。 The hunters had a long respite from serious anxiety； during which time they collected all the available wood at hand。 But at midnight； when this had been mostly consumed； the wolves grew bold again。
〃Have you any shots left for the 45…90； besides what's in the magazine？〃 asked Rea。
〃Yes； a good handful。〃
〃Well； get busy。〃
With careful aim Jones emptied the magazine into the gray； gliding； groping mass。 The same rustling； shuffling； almost silent strife ensued。
〃Rea； there's something uncanny about those brutes。 A silent pack of wolves！〃
〃Ho！ Ho！〃 rolled the giant's answer through the woods。
For the present the attack appeared to have been effectually checked。 The hunters； sparingly adding a little of their fast diminishing pile of fuel to the fire。 decided to lie down for much needed rest； but not for sleep。 How long they lay there； cramped by the calves； listening for stealthy steps； neither could tell； it might have been moments and it might have been hours。 All at once came a rapid rush of pattering feet； succeeded by a chorus of angry barks； then a terrible commingling of savage snarls； growls； snaps and yelps。
〃Out！〃 yelled Rea。 〃They're on the dogs！〃
Jones pushed his cocked rifle ahead of him and straightened up outside the tepee。 A wolf； large as a panther and white as the gleaming snow； sprang at him。 Even as he discharged his rifle； right against the breast of the beast； he saw its dripping jaws； its wicked green eyes； like spurts of fire and felt its hot breath。 It fell at his feet and writhed in the death struggle。 Slender bodies of black and white； whirling and tussling together； sent out fiendish uproar。 Rea threw a blazing stick of wood among them； which sizzled as it met the furry coats； and brandishing another he ran into the thick of the fight。 Unable to stand the proximity of fire； the wolves bolted and loped off into the woods。
〃What a huge brute！〃 exclaimed Jones； dragging the one he had shot into the light。 It was a superb animal； thin； supple； strong； with a coat of frosty fur； very long and fine。 Rea began at once to skin it； remarking that he hoped to find other pelts in the morning。
Though the wolves remained in the vicinity of camp； none ventured near。 The dogs moaned and whined； their restlessness increased as dawn approached； and when the gray light came； Jones founds that some of them had been badly lacerated by the fangs of the wolves。 Rea hunted for dead wolves and found not so much as a piece of white fur。
Soon the hunters were speeding southward。 Other than a disposition to fight among themselves； the dogs showed no evil effects of the attack。 They were lashed to their best speed； for Rea said the white rangers of the north would never quit their trail。 All day the men listened for the wild； lonesome； haunting mourn。 But it came not。
A wonderful halo of white and gold； that Rea called a sun…dog； hung in the sky all afternoon； and dazzlingly bright over the dazzling world of snow circled and glowed a mocking sun； brother of the desert mirage； beautiful illusion； smiling cold out of the polar blue。
The first pale evening star twinkled in the east when the hunters made camp on the shore of Artilery Lake。 At dusk the clear； silent air opened to the sound of a long； haunting mourn。
〃Ho！ Ho！〃 called Rea。 His hoarse； deep voice rang defiance to the foe。
While he built a fire before the tepee； Jones strode up and down； suddenly to whip out his knife and make for the tame little musk…oxen； now digging the snow。 Then he wheeled abruptly and held out the blade to Rea。
〃What for？〃 demanded the giant。
〃We've got to eat；〃 said Jones。 〃And I can't kill one of them。 I can't； so you do it。〃
〃Kill one of our calves？〃 roared Rea。 〃Not till hell freezes over！ I ain't commenced to get hungry。 Besides； the wolves are going to eat us； calves and all。〃
Nothing more was said。 They ate their last biscuit。 Jones packed the calves away in the tepee； and turned to the dogs。 All day they had worried him； something was amiss with them； and even as he went among them a fierce fight broke out。 Jones saw it was unusual； for the attacked dogs showed craven fear； and the attacking ones a howling； savage intensity that surprised him。 Then one of the vicious brutes rolled his eyes； frothed at the mouth； shuddered and leaped in his harness； vented a hoarse howl and fell back shaking and retching。
〃My God！ Rea！〃 cried Jones in horror。 〃Come here！ Look！ That dog is dying of rabies！ Hydrophobia！ The white wolves have hydrophobia！〃
〃If you ain't right！〃 exclaimed Rea。 〃I seen a dog die of thet onct； an' he acted like this。 An' thet one ain't all。 Look； Buff！ look at them green eyes！ Didn't I say the white wolves was hell？ We'll have to kill every dog we've got。〃
Jones shot the dog； and soon afterward three more that manifested signs of the disease。 It was an awful s