"I will look out," said Sweyn; "then, if there be no signal, you
must not leave us."

He went to the door. Christian rose silently, and followed him
out.

"Sweyn, do you know what she is?"

Sweyn, surprised at the vehement grasp, and low hoarse voice, made
answer:

"She? Who? White Fell?"

"Yes."

"She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

"She is a Were-Wolf."

Sweyn burst out laughing. "Are you mad?" he asked.

"No; here, see for yourself."

Christian drew him out of the porch, pointing to the snow where
the footmarks had been. Had been, for now they were not. Snow was
falling fast, and every dint was blotted out.

"Well?" asked Sweyn.