CHAPTERPAGE
I. A Boy Wins His Man-Name[1]
II. The Old Craftsman by the Salt Water[9]
III. The Fight in the Meadow[16]
IV. Ouenwa Sets Out on a Vague Quest[24]
V. The Admiral of the Harbour[34]
VI. The Fangs of the Wolf Slayer[43]
VII. The Silent Village[56]
VIII. A Letter for Ouenwa[65]
IX. An Unchartered Plantation[73]
X. Gentry at Fort Beatrix[83]
XI. The Setting-in of Winter[94]
XII. Meditation and Action[104]
XIII. Signs of a Divided House[116]
XIV. A Trick of Play-Acting[126]
XV. The Hidden Menace[133]
XVI. The Cloven Hoof[140]
XVII. The Confidence of Youth[148]
XVIII. Events and Reflections[156]
XIX. Two of a Kind[164]
XX. By Advice of Black Feather[174]
XXI. The Seeking of the Tribesmen[183]
XXII. Brave Days for Young Hearts[190]
XXIII. Betrothed[200]
XXIV. A Fire-lit Battle. Ouenwa's Return[207]
XXV. Fate Deals Cards of Both Colours in the Little Fort[217]
XXVI. Pierre d'Antons Parries Another Thrust[227]
XXVII. A Grim Turn of March Madness[233]
XXVIII. The Running of the Ice[241]
XXIX. Wolf Slayer Comes and Goes; and Trowley Receives a Visitor[252]
XXX. Maggie Stone Takes Much Upon Herself[264]
XXXI. While the Spars Are Scraped[273]
XXXII. The First Stage of the Homeward Voyage Is Bravely Accomplished[279]
XXXIII. In the Merry City[287]
XXXIV. Pierre d'Antons Signals His Old Comrades, and Again Puts to Sea[294]
XXXV. The Bridegroom Attends to Other Matters Than Love[306]
XXXVI. Over the Side[317]
XXXVII. The Mother[323]

BROTHERS OF PERIL

A Story of Old Newfoundland

CHAPTER I. A BOY WINS HIS MAN-NAME

The boy struck again with his flint knife, and again the great wolf tore at his shoulder. The eyes of the boy were fierce as those of the beast. Neither wavered. Neither showed any sign of pain. The dark spruces stood above them, with the first shadows of night in their branches; and the western sky was stained red where the sun had been. Twice the wolf dropped his antagonist's shoulder, in a vain attempt to grip the throat. The boy, pressed to the ground, flung himself about like a dog, and repeatedly drove his clumsy weapon into the wolf's shaggy side.

At last the fight ended. The great timber-wolf lay stretched dead in awful passiveness. His fangs gleamed like ivory between the scarlet jaws and black lips. A shimmer of white menaced the quiet wilderness from the recesses of the half-shut eyelids.