IN THE POWER OF THE WOLF


The Wolf, walking as though bent entirely on sightseeing, yet
covering ground rapidly, led the way through the busiest part of
the city, and into a quieter residential section, where he sat
down on a bench just within a walled park. The Wolf was not
conscious of his surroundings. He could only dwell on the fact
that the boy at his side had recognized him, was following him.
He did not doubt for an instant that the secret service had made
use of this seemingly innocent and simple tool.

Asa sat silent under the Wolf's hand. He thought of his home. Little
things occurred to him. Once he nearly giggled when he remembered how
the collie played with the cat; and the Wolf, feeling his shoulders
quiver, looked sharply at him. Asa thought of his father and the
little dragged-out mother. He thought of the three thin, silent
little sisters. They would miss him. He was so glad he had kissed
them all that last night at home. It only went to prove what Colonel
Bright had said. You were always glad afterwards. He was glad.

It was very dark as they walked slowly back to the entrance, the
boys still stalking them. Outside the gate, the Wolf hesitated.
As he looked, a small figure slipped from a shadow across the
light, whistled a peculiar bar of music, and sidled up.

"Didn't expect to meet you here, Excellency," said the Weasel.

"What are you doing here?"