wind in

Wind-in-the-Night halted and peered into the thickets with eyes trained and penetrating, but he could distinguish nothing.

"His name is Wind in-the-Night," said the young mother, in a voice suddenly loud and piercing.

Wind-in-the-Night gave one long look at his strange protector, then calmly turned and strode back to his fire.

But to Wind-in-the-Night the great white beast was no mortal wolf, and he feared to affront him by the offer of white man's food.

The brief meal done, Wind-in-the-Night lighted his pipe and smoked stolidly, crouching over the small fire.