 Then above the roar of the blizzard came a new sound. At first it was distant and faint. Then it grew louder and Dan knew that he had more than the storm to fear. The sound was a wolf pack in full cry. He pushed on, redoubling his efforts against the storm. There was no immediate danger, but he had brought no gun. And if he were forced by exhaustion to stop, the wolves might be hungry enough to close in and pull him down.