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 at Cabot's eagerness, "and I am
sorry that, with my slight knowledge of the subject, I cannot answer
them satisfactorily. The man-wolf was well known to this country
before I came to it, which was three years ago, and dwells somewhere to
the southward of this place, though no one, to my knowledge, has ever
seen his habitation. Some of the Eskimo can point out its location,
but they are in such terror of him that they give it a wide berth
whenever travelling in that direction.
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