ovement among the spectators, now numbering more
than a score, wolves and coyotes for the first time in history mingling
to witness the settling of a personal feud. Peg now sat down
contentedly, his tongue lolling out in a satisfied grin.

Breed's tactics changed and he wheeled round his disabled enemy with
lightning feints; then his shoulder struck Flatear with a solid smash
that crumpled him and he went down with Breed's teeth at his windpipe.
His end was of the sort which he himself had handed to so many
others,--and the new range was safe for coyotes.

The silent spectators were startled by a faint whining sound. This
whimpering grew louder and the wolves slunk away but the coyote pack
remained. Breed's sudden hunt for Flatear had caught Shady unprepared,
but she had finally cut his trail and was following it to the spot.

For three months Breed saw no more of wolves, and when next he did see
them the beasts were white. He had led the pack to the basin of the
Copper River at the edge of the Arctic Circle. Their travels were over,
and they now ranged a limited area of less than a hundred miles in
extent. Except that no high hills flanked their new home, its features
were much like the old. There were no longer any days and nights, but a
seemingly endless period of varying degrees of twilight, and the rolling
hills were deep with snow.

Breed had met many new animals since leaving the land of the
Yellowstone; he had known moose and goats in British Columbia, caribou
on the barrens and the iron-gray sheep at the head of the Nelson. Now
there were strange shaggy beasts with hair that hung nearly to the
ground, and they came out of the north in small droves, the white wolves
traveling on the flanks of the herds. He found musk ox easy prey and
there was no lack of meat.

A few days after the first of these appeared Breed and Shady topped a
ridge and saw the one thing necessary to make the image of the old home
complete. A light twinkled some half a mile away, as Breed and Shady had
so often seen the lights of Collins' cabin. Shady whined as she looked
at it and Breed raised his voice and howled. As if in answer to the howl
a shrill whistle floated to them and Shady at once slipped from Breed's
side and headed for the fire.

Collins had turned back from the fabled gold fields, heartsick for the
sight of his native foothills, disgusted with the Arctic night and a
flat white world, and with two companions he had braved