"Had you come when I signed to you, you would have seen for
yourself."

"Seen what?"

"The footprints of a wolf leading up to the door; none leading
away."

It was impossible not to be startled by the tone alone, though it
was hardly above a whisper. Sweyn eyed his brother anxiously, but
in the darkness could make nothing of his face. Then he laid his
hands kindly and re-assuringly on Christian's shoulders and felt
how he was quivering with excitement and horror.

"One sees strange things," he said, "when the cold has got into
the brain behind the eyes; you came in cold and worn out."

"No," interrupted Christian. "I saw the track first on the brow of
the slope, and followed it down right here to the door. This is no
delusion."

Sweyn in his heart felt positive that it was. Christian was given
to day-dreams and strange fancies, though never had he been
possessed with so mad a notion before.

"Don't you believe me?" said Christian desperately. "You must. I
swear it is sane truth. Are you blind? Why, even Tyr knows."

"You will be clearer headed to-morrow after a night's rest. Then
come too, if you will, with White Fell, to the Hill Cairn; and if