The Were-Wolf
pointing to the snow where the footmarks had been. Had been, for now they were not. Snow was falling fast, and every dint was blotted out.
"Well?" asked Sweyn.
"Had you come when I signed to you, you would have seen for yourself."
"Seen what?"
"The footprints of a wolf leading up to the door; none leading away."
It was impossible not to be startled by the tone alone, though it was hardly above a whisper. Sweyn eyed his brother anxiously, but in the darkness could make nothing of his face. Then he laid his hands kindly and re-assuringly on Christian's shoulders and felt how he was quivering with excitement and horror.
"One sees strange things," he said, "when the cold has got into the brain behind the eyes; you came in cold and worn out."
"No," interrupted Christian. "I saw
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