"We won't touch them," he said after a moment, replacing the bear
skin that had covered them. "It's good etiquette up here not to
disturb another man's cache and that's Bram's. I can't imagine any
one but a madman doing that. And yet--"
He looked suddenly at Celie.
"Do you suppose he was afraid of YOU?" he asked her. "Is that why
he doesn't leave even the butcher-knife in this shack? Was he
afraid you might shoot him in his sleep if he left the temptation
in your way?"
A commotion among the wolves drew him to the window. Two of the
beasts were fighting. While his back was turned Celie entered her
room and returned a moment or two later with a handful of loose
bits of paper. The pack held Philip's attention. He wondered what
chance he would have in an encounter with the beasts which Bram
had left behind as a guard. Even if he killed Bram or made him a
prisoner he would still have that horde of murderous brutes to
deal with. If he could in some way induce the wolf-man to bring
his rifle into the cabin the matter would be easy.
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