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Show rfiilfcalMiiMiiiniiiii 'mi iiBiMiwfti tfiwwi if imwi I Lobo finds something j the gurgling of the ice-clogged water, he could hear nothing. He began to shiver from the cold. He was just turning to return to the ' tepee when he heard 'the unmistakable un-mistakable splashing of feet in water downstream. Not the galloping sound of a horse, but a wolf or dog. "Lobo," he called once more. A few seconds later the big dog was at his side, panting from a fast run. When Ben reached down to pet the dog, Lobo stepped away, not towards the tepee or cabin, but downstream, in the same direction he had just come from. "Come," Ben said, "let's go back to the tepee." He turned towards the tepee and began walking. When the dog refused to follow, Ben realized there must be something downstream that was worrying the dog. He turned and walked towards Lobo, who in turn spun and ran downstream. Ben followed as last as he could, occasionally stumbling in the blackness,, He continued to listen for the cry to repeat itself, In heard nothing. Ben hadn't gone more than a Is hundred yards when he heard Ik dog bark behind him and off to ok side. In the darkness he hadn't noticed where the dog had left the flat stream bed to head up onto 1 sagebrush flat. Ben hurried towards the sound of the bark. He finally located Lobo at lis base of a huge boulder, barking and yapping as he danced about. Bei wished he had brought a lantern The dog's behavior told to something was at the base of to boulder, but it was too dark to see. (Continued next week) Chapter 39 There never ivus a lime probably i in our Jiinlory ii'beii : llief Lfiller-iltiv Saints needed more than they do at present the assistance u bicb (iod lias promised. -Mormon Church First Presidency December . U!8) It was the middle of a moonless night, and a bitter north wind was sweeping down off the stone bluffs when Ben heard the cry. He sat upright, still wrapped in his buffalo robe, shaking his head to consciousness, con-sciousness, pushing away the sleep. Across the fire from him George was still sleeping soundly. Ben could hear the deep breathing. He could also hear the flapping of the tepee canvas in the cold wind, but that was not what had awakened him. The small tepee fire between him and George had burned out, nothing remaining but a dull, barely visible orange glow. The cry had sounded human, but Ben couldn't be sure. Perhaps it had been a wolf or a coyote. Still, he was used to their cries and wasn't usually awakened by them. He still wasn't sure if the cry was real or something from his already forgotten dreams. Then it occurred to him the cry might have come from the cabin. But it wasn't the sound a baby would make. Perhaps something was wrong with one of the women. . It wasn't until Ben slipped into his coat that he noticed Lobo1 was missing. The big wolf dog usually spent his nights curled up just inside in-side the tepee entrance. "Lobo, come here," Ben called as he slipped his boots on. The dog did not come. Ben crawled outside into the blackness, holding his coat tight against the bitter wind. The cabin's only window was black. Ben pounded on the door. There was no immediate answer. Finally a sleepy Stella pulled back the bolt and opened the door just enough to hear what was wanted. "Is something wrong?" Ben asked. "Did someone cry out?" "No," Stella said. "Do you want to come'in?" "No. Heard a cry. Just checking. Is Lobo inside?" , "No. Haven't seen him." "I'll check down by the stream," Ben said, turning into the wind. Stella closed the door and boiled it tight. Without a moon, Ben could see very little. Upon reaching the flat, graveled stream bed, he called again for the dog, waiting, listening. Except for the howl of the wind and |