MOOSWA BRINGS HELP 239 



Meat- eating, the Blood-drinking,&quot; he philoso 

 phized, &quot; that breeds all the enmity in the Boun 

 daries. There are Grasses, and Leaves, and 

 Flowers enough for all, and no encroachment, if 

 we d only stick to it ; but eating one s Comrades 

 is what makes the trouble.&quot; 



Just before daylight Mooswa stopped, climbed 

 up a sloping bank warily, and ate a light break 

 fast ; then slipped back to the river-bed, hud 

 dled up in the lee of a clay-cut, and after resting 

 for two hours pushed on again. Another ten 

 miles and he stopped like a flash, holding his 

 head straight up wind, the coarse, strong-grow 

 ing hairs over his withers vibrating with intens 

 ity. &quot;Sniff! sniff! Dogs! Man! Rof said 

 nothing of Dogs. This makes it more com 

 plicated. It is the scent of White Men, and 

 the Dog-smell is not that of Huskies. These 

 Whites sometimes bring the long-legged crea 

 tures that follow us like Wolves.&quot; 



He worked cautiously down the river till his 

 eyes caught sight of a blue smoke-feather float 

 ing lazily upward. 



Five or six short steps at a time, three or four 

 yards he moved, then stopped and watched 

 with eyes, ears, nose, and all his full sensibility. 

 He knew the Man-trick of a flank movement 

 he must get them out on the river behind him ; 



