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toiled, the tantalizing expectation of a stolen shot 

 leading them an amazing distance on the Moose 

 trail. 



&quot; It s the Stag-hounds that keep him moving,&quot; 

 remarked the man who had spoken before ; &quot;he s 

 down wind, and gets them in his big, fat nose 

 if I could rustle a shot into his carcass, I d slip 

 them quick enough ; but if we let them go 

 now it will be a play of twenty or thirty miles 

 before we get another sight of him. I m not 

 struck on following a Bull Moose under full trot 

 with a pack of dogs behind him.&quot; 



&quot;We ll get a shot on the quiet soon,&quot; re 

 marked his comrade. &quot; He is a bit on edge just 

 now, but will settle down after he has seen us a 

 few times.&quot; They had given up travelling in the 

 bush, and were following straight on the hoof- 

 marks in the river-bed. 



cc Hello ! &quot; sang out one, pointing to a depres 

 sion in the snow, &quot; he s been lying down resting 

 here he s getting fagged. Somebody else must 

 have been running him before we struck his trail 

 he s nearly beat.&quot; 



As they crossed the Wolf trail Mooswa had 

 found on his way down, the Trapper in the lead 

 said, significantly, &quot; It s the Gray Hunters have 

 done the Bull up ; they Ve been after him, and 

 he s dead beat.&quot; 



