do very well where
they are."

In the cabin, which had never seemed more cheerful and comfortable, the
lads helped the new-comer remove his fur garments, plied him with hot
tea, together with everything they could think of in the way of
eatables, and at the same time told him their story as they had told it
to their other guest of the night before.

"And you did not send me any message?" he asked, with a quizzical smile.

"I know!" cried Cabot. "It was the man-wolf. But where did you meet
him, and why didn't he come back with you? How did he manage to
explain the situation? We thought he couldn't talk."

"I don't know that he can," replied the missionary, "for I have never
heard him speak, nor do I know any one who has. Neither did I meet
him. In fact I have never seen him, but I think your messenger must be
one and the same with your man-wolf, since he signed his note
'Homolupus.'"

"His note," repeated Cabot curiously. "Did he send you a note?"

"Not exactly; but he left one for me at a place near the station, where
he has often left furs to be exchanged for goods, and called my
attention to it by a signal of rifle shots. When I reached the place I
was not surprised to find him gone, for he always disappears when it is
certain that his signal has been understood. I was, however, greatly
surprised to find, instead of the usual bundle of furs, only a slip of
paper supported by a cleft stick. On it was written:

"'Schooner laden with provisions stranded in pocket next South of
Nukavik Arm. Crew in distress. Need immediate assistance.
Homolupus.'"

"With such a message to urge me, I made instant preparation, and came
here with all speed."

"It was awfully good of you," said White.

"Perhaps not quite so good as you may think, since our annual supply
ship having thus far failed to make her appearance, the mission is very
short of provisions, and the intimation that there was an abundance
within reach relieved me of a load of anxiety. So if you are disposed
to sell----"

"Excuse me for interrupting," broke in Cabot, "but, before you get to
talking business, please tell us something more about the man who sent
you to our relief. Who is he? Where does he live? What does he look
like? Why does he disappear when you go in answer to his signals? Why
do you call him a wolf-man? What----"

"Seems to me that is about as many questions as I can remember at one
time," said the missionary, smiling