Sewell Peaslee Wright

“ I knew very well that Victor would be possessed of all the superstitions of his breed, and that old Martin and Victor were bitter personal enemies, but I was utterly unprepared for the sudden hatred that flared up in Victor's eyes.
"Across the fire I saw my guide’s deep-set eyes light up with sudden hatred.
"'Ol' Martin, he ees a fool! He ees crack'; he ees a child the secon' time! Who is he to laugh at better men, I ask you?'
"'Then you think there are werewolves in this country?' I asked, amused (God help me!) at the sudden ferocity of the man. ”

“ I am no hero, and that great beast, bigger than any wolf and with a light of hellish intelligence burning in its eyes, had chilled the very blood of me. Weakly, with a little trembling sigh of relief, I seated myself beside the fire.
"A moment later I started apprehensively. Something was coming through the bush! Was it——? A familiar voice hailed me from the darkness. It was Victor!
"Smiling, his teeth gleaming whitely under his black mustache, Victor came up to the fire.
"'M'sieu is awake, eh?' he remarked. 'I have been out hunting for a wolf that I hear while M'sieu sleeps. ”

“ However, I am silent by nature myself, and my guide’s disposition, while it caused me some wonderment, gave me no concern whatever. Most of these men of the bush are odd characters.
"One night we were sitting around our fire just as we are sitting here now. It was very dark, without even a star showing through the heavy clouds overhead. I had become weary of my own thoughts, and gave the brooding Victor a verbal poke to see if I could not rouse him. ”

“ George nodded gravely.
"The timbers seldom miss making their kill,” he remarked thoughtfully. "It's no wonder the people of olden times used to believe——"
"Hello the camp!" The ringing, unexpected hail from the dark lake caused us both to start like frightened children. ”

“ Saunders, as calmly as though he were about to relate the most commonplace event. "I came up into the woods on a long hunting trip, seeking not so much a trophy as my health. My practise had worn me down in body and mind, and I knew from experience that a month or so up here in the bush would make another man of me.
"I made the decision to come, and left that same night, trusting to chance to find an outfitter and a guide after I got to the jumping-off place. There had been a lot of hunters this year, however, and the only guide I could find was a French-Indian breed known only as Victor. ”