If she could only send them a message to let them know that they were on the right trail!
Her face lighted up with an inspiration. She had the means.
Breaking a stick from a low-growing tree, she began to write in the snow:
"I am followed by a wolf pack. Hurry." "Stella"
These were the words she left behind her for Ted to read should he come that way.
Then she hurried on with all speed.
Every few minutes the howls of the wolves assailed her ears as she struggled on through the snow.
Her burden of food was becoming very heavy, and she cast away a part of it.
Perhaps, she thought, it would serve to stop the wolves for a while when they found it on her trail.
Every moment seemed to bring the cries of the wolves nearer.