'In a forest of mixed growth somewhere on the eastern spurs of the Carpathians, a man stood one winter night watching and listening, as though he waited for some beast of the woods to come within the range of his vision and, later, of his rifle....'
'...as he stpped round the trunk of a huge beech he came face to face with the man he sought....'
'... And before the moment of hesitation had given away to action, a deed of Nature's own violence overwhelmed them both....'
'...A fierce shriek of the storm had been answered by a splitting crash over their heads, and ere they could leap aside a mass of falling beech tree had thundered down on them.
'...For a space both men were silent, turning over in their minds the wonderful changes that this dramatic reconciliation would bring out....'
...'"Are they your men?" asked Georg. "Are they your men?" he repeated impatiently, as Ulrich did not answer. "No," said Ulrich with a laugh, the idiotic chattering laugh of a man unstrung with hideous fear.... "Wolves."
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