it
stopped bucking in sheer amazement. But Ted did not discontinue, and the
wolf slunk upon the ground, its wild nature thoroughly tamed for the
time.

"Stop!" cried Stella. "Let us see what he will do now."

Ted rode away, and the wolf sat up on its haunches, and, lifting its
head toward the mountains, gave a long, wailing, dismal howl.

"He knows he's done for," said Ted. "That's his death song."

"Let him do what he will," cried Stella.

Presently White Fang rose, tried to shake the rope from his neck, and
when he found that he could not do so, got up and started on a trot
toward the mountains.

"Follow him," cried Ted. "He's leading us home. Who can say what we will
find there?"

They followed the wolf through coulees and over rocky ridges in the
foothills, and through a canon at the base of Sombrero Peak.

They climbed rocky paths, higher and higher up the side of the peak.
White Fang's captors followed him silently. No more did he try to escape
from the rope. He seemed to have given up hope, and was going home to
die.

At last they arrived at the wall of a precipice, along which ran a
narrow ledge just wide enough for their ponies to travel.

The path was well worn, as if many animals, including men, had passed
that way.

Suddenly it dawned upon Ted where the wolf was leading.

Where but to the rendezvous of the band of the Gray Wolves?

He straightened up and looked to his revolvers, and then the wolf slunk
around a bend on the cliff's side and walked into a cave.

Ted followed him closely, and stopped in the entrance in amazement. Just
within sat Mowbray propped against the side wall, his face drawn and
haggard, his eyes half glazed with approaching death.

But he stirred as Ted appeared, and groped about for his revolver.

"Stop!" cried Ted. "The game's up!"

Mowbray's hand dropped weakly by his side, as the wolf slunk to him and
licked his face, at which the dying man raised his arm and placed it
around the neck of the king of the pack, the most savage wolf in
Arizona.

Ted could not but respect this strange exhibition of animal affection,
so unusual.

There was a moaning cry from the depths of the cave, and Ted dismounted
and went in to see what had caused it.

Chained to a rock he found the emaciated body of the Jap, Ban Joy, whom
he suspected of being the murderer of Helen Mowbray. Here was luck. The
wolf had led him to the two men whom he most wanted to capture.

"Now, Joy, I w