3S6 WITH THE U. S. NATURALISTS 



the horizon. That's the revenue cutter. You 

 can't escape. Your boat is full of holes. You're 

 caught red-handed. Have you anything to say?" 



The former game warden stared back defiantly. 



"Reckon not," he said; "I can take my medi- 

 cine. ' ' 



*'Shan," said the Feather Man, **you see this 

 man. You know, for a moral certainty, that he 

 shot your uncle. He's going to get punished for 

 poaching. Do you want to tell the United States 

 officers of the murder? It '11 make it hard for him, 

 if you do, because federal officials don't drop a 

 murder case easily." 



Shan looked vengefully at his half-bandaged 

 wrist, and then shook his head. 



"Bull said," he answered, "that he didn't want 

 me to call on the law. That yellow dog has done 

 me all the harm he could, but he's caught himself 

 in his own net. I'll say no word to make what's 

 going to happen to him worse than it has to be." 



The Feather Man laid his hand on Shan's shoul- 

 der. 



"Whether you will win your post in the Biolog- 

 ical Survey or not, my boy," he said, "and I've 

 reason to know that you will, you've won your 

 place as a man. ' ' 



THE END 



