upon his trails, here and there--at widely divergent places. It
was the French half-breed superstition of the chasse-galere that
chiefly made them disbelieve, and the chasse-galere is a thing not
to be laughed at in the northland. It is composed of creatures who
have sold their souls to the devil for the power of navigating the
air, and there were those who swore with their hands on the
crucifix of the Virgin that they had with their own eyes seen Bram
and his wolves pursuing the shadowy forms of great beasts through
the skies.

So the Police believed that Bram was dead; and Bram, meanwhile,
keeping himself from all human eyes, was becoming more and more
each day like the wolves who were his brothers. But the white
blood in a man dies hard, and always there flickered in the heart
of Bram's huge chest a great yearning. It must at times have been
worse than death--that yearning to hear a human voice, to have a
human creature to speak to, though never had he loved man or
woman. Which brings us at last to the final tremendous climax in
Bram's life--to the girl, and the other man.





CHAPTER II




The other man was Raine--Philip Raine.