The Son Of The Wolf

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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

' The rest had discovered themselves, yet the 'Greek Dancer' was still missing. All eyes were upon the group. Cal Galbraith, in response to their cries, lifted his partner's mask. Freda's wonderful face and brilliant eyes flashed out upon them. A roar went up, to be squelched suddenly in the new and absorbing mystery of the 'Russian Princess.' Her face was still hidden, and Jack Harrington was struggling with her. The dancers tittered on the tiptoes of expectancy. He crushed her dainty costume roughly, and then- and then the revelers exploded. The joke was on them. They had danced all night with a tabooed native woman.

? ? ? ? But those that knew, and they were many, ceased abruptly, and a hush fell upon the room. Cal Galbraith crossed over with great strides, angrily, and spoke to Madeline in polyglot Chinook. But she retained her composure, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was the cynosure of all eyes, and answered him in English. She showed neither fright nor anger, and Malemute Kid chuckled at her well-bred equanimity. The King felt baffled, defeated; his common Siwash wife had passed beyond him.

? ? ? ? 'Come!' he said finally. 'Come on home.'

? ? ? ? 'I beg pardon,' she replied; 'I have agreed to go to supper with Mr.

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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"