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Sangree stared at me with a curious expression as the fury died out of his face and a new look of alarm took its place. "John Silence," I said, "will know—" "You think it's something—of that sort?" he stammered. "I am sure of it." SANGREE STARED AT ME WITH A CURIOUS EXPRESSION AS THE FURY DIED OUT OF HIS FACE AND A NEW LOOK OF ALARM TOOK ITS PLACE JOHN SILENCE I SAID WILL KNOW YOU THINK IT'S SOMETHING OF THAT SORT HE STAMMERED I AM SURE OF IT
up in a flash, and out. He was trembling, and very white. We searched hurriedly, feverishly, but found only the traces of paw-marks passing from the door of his own tent across the moss to the women's. And the sight of the tracks about Mrs. Maloney's tent, where Joan now slept, set him in a perfect fury. "Do you know what it is, Hubbard, this beast?" he hissed under his breath at me; "it's a damned wolf, that's what it is—a wolf lost among the islands, and starving to death—desperate. So help me God, I believe it's that!" He talked a lot of rubbish in his excitement. He declared he would sleep by day and sit up every night until he killed it. Again his rage touched my admiration; but I got him away before he made enough noise to wake the whole Camp. "I have a better plan than that," I said, watching his face closely. "I don't think this is anything we can deal with. I'm going to send for the only man I know who can help. We'll go to Waxholm this very morning and get a telegram through. IN ACTUAL RANGE OF MY SENSES HE WAS UP IN A FLASH AND OUT HE WAS TREMBLING AND VERY WHITE WE SEARCHED HURRIEDLY FEVERISHLY BUT FOUND ONLY THE TRACES OF PALL MARKS PASSING FROM THE DOOR OF HIS OWN TENT ACROSS THE MOSS TO THE WOMEN'S AND THE SIGHT OF THE TRACKS ABOUT MISSUS MALONEY'S TENT WHERE JOAN NOW SLEPT SET HIM IN A PERFECT FURY DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS HUBBARD THIS BEAST HE HISSED UNDER HIS BREATH AT ME IT'S A DAMNED WOLF THAT'S WHAT IT IS A WOLF LOST AMONG THE ISLANDS AND STARVING TO DEATH DESPERATE SO HELP ME GOD I BELIEVE IT'S THAT HE TALKED A LOT OF RUBBISH IN HIS EXCITEMENT HE DECLARED HE WOULD SLEEP BY DAY AND SIT UP EVERY NIGHT TILL HE KILLED IT AGAIN HIS RAGE TOUCHED MY ADMIRATION BUT I GOT HIM AWAY BEFORE HE MADE ENOUGH NOISE TO WAKE THE WHOLE CAMP I HAVE A BETTER PLAN THAN THAT I SAID WATCHING HIS FACE CLOSELY I DON'T THINK THIS IS ANYTHING WE CAN DEAL WITH I'M GOING TO SEND FOR THE ONLY MAN I KNOW WHO CAN HELP WE'LL GO TO WAXAM THIS VERY MORNING AND GET A TELEGRAM THROUGH
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