He seemed to have given up hope, and was going home to
die.
At last they arrived at the wall of a precipice, along which ran a
narrow ledge just wide enough for their ponies to travel.
The path was well worn, as if many animals, including men, had passed
that way.
Suddenly it dawned upon Ted where the wolf was leading.
Where but to the rendezvous of the band of the Gray Wolves?
He straightened up and looked to his revolvers, and then the wolf slunk
around a bend on the cliff's side and walked into a cave.
Ted followed him closely, and stopped in the entrance in amazement. Just
within sat Mowbray propped against the side wall, his face drawn and
haggard, his eyes half glazed with approaching death.
But he stirred as Ted appeared, and groped about for his revolver.
"Stop!" cried Ted. "The game's up!"
Mowbray's hand dropped weakly by his side, as the wolf slunk to him and
licked his face, at which the dying man raised his arm and placed it
around the neck of the king of the pack, the most savage wolf in
Arizona.
Ted could not but respect this strange exhibition of animal affection,
so unusual.
There was a moaning cry from the depths of the cave, and Ted dismounted
and went in to see what had caused it.
Chained to a rock he found the emaciated body of the Jap, Ban Joy, whom
he suspected of being the murderer of Helen Mowbray.
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