A POT-HUNTER'S DEFIANCE ^^ 



was hungry for the stranger's appreciation. He 

 picked up the eggs again and started along the 

 path toward the cabin. But before he had taken 

 three steps he stopped. 



'' What's the trouble!" asked the stranger. 



Shan turned shamefacedly. 



"I was forgetting," the boy replied. ''Bull, he 

 doesn't like having any one come to the cabin. 

 He 's never asked any one in, not as long as I can 

 remember. ' ' 



''He's got reason enough, from all I hear!" 

 growled the game warden. 



The stranger glanced authoritatively at his com- 

 panion, who fell silent, though suU^ily. It was evi- 

 dent that further sharp speech trembled on his 

 lips, but he did not utter it. 



Therein he was wise, wiser than he knew, for, 

 in the bushes, within easy earshot, stood a black- 

 browed figure with hair of dark brown streaked 

 with gray, and a gun in the crook of his arm. He 

 had smiled grimly when Shan said that Bull Adam 

 never invited any one to his cabin. 



" He 's not very hospitable, is he T ' said the city 

 man, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm sorry. 

 I suppose, then, you can't show me your collec- 

 tion." 



