Suddenly he was held in strong arms, and looking up, he saw many strange faces about him.
He was too frightened to call for help, for he knew that these were the Bear people.
As they carried him away, he struggled, but the arms that held him were very strong and he could not free himself.
They walked on and on, through the thick forest, farther and farther away, and Lodrix wondered where he was going and what would happen.
He thought of his father and mother and the men who, he knew, were looking for him.
Tears came to his eyes, but he did not cry, because he was too brave a boy.
These people did not talk to him, nor did they talk to one another.
Lodrix could hear nothing but the cry of the wolves in the distance.
Everything seemed strange, and the boy did not know where he was.