224 Trails to Woods and Waters 



foam, and her sides were wet with sweat. In 

 addition to this, there were deep scratches 

 upon her back and shoulders and she was 

 trembling as though with great fear. 



When she saw us coming she redoubled her 

 lowing, and started off across the pasture at 

 a brisk trot. 



" Something is up," said Ben. " She is 

 eager enough to show us where the calf is 

 now, but in my opinion it won't do any good, 

 for we will find it dead." 



My grief and astonishment at this an- 

 nouncement were too great for words, so I 

 trotted along silently behind Ben, hoping 

 against hope that he would be mistaken for 

 once. 



There was no sham or deceit about the 

 speckled heifer to-day and we had to go at a 

 brisk trot to keep up with her. She occasion- 

 ally looked back to see if we were following, 

 and seemed rather afraid that we would turn 

 back. 



She led us straight to the deep woods and 

 in and out, among the thickets until we came 



