of snow pads and jumping of shadows ceased 

 instantly, and all along the fringe of ever- 

 GJnen UpateekiS g reen S n e nt voices were saying, There is 

 nothing here; we have not seen him; there 

 is nothing here. 



Now why did he run that way, I thought; 

 for Moktaques is a crazy, erratic fellow, and 

 never does things in a businesslike way 

 unless he has to. As I wondered, there was 

 a gleam of yellow fire under the purple 

 shadows whence Moktaques had come, and 

 the fierce round head of a Canada lynx 

 was thrust out of the tunnel that the hare 

 had made only a moment before. His big 

 gray body had scarcely pushed itself into 

 sight when the shadows stirred farther down 

 the fringe of evergreen ; another and another 

 lynx glided out; and I caught my breath as 

 five of the savage creatures swept across the 

 narrow arm of the barren, each with his head 

 thrust out, his fierce eyes piercing the gloom 

 ahead like golden lances, and holding his 

 place in the stately, appalling line of fierce- 

 ness and power as silent as the shadow of 

 death. My nerves tingled at the thought of 



