killing a coyote, and crossing the first 

 tree. They blazed fiercely at their 

 junction, and the Bear edged from it 

 a little nearer the man. Now they were 

 within touching distance. His useless 

 gun was lying in shallow water near 

 shore, but the man had his knife 

 ready, ready for self-defense. 1 1 was not 

 needed; the fiery power had pro- 

 claimed a peace. Bobbing up and dodg- 

 ing under, keeping a nose in the air 

 and an eye on his foe, each spent an 

 hour or more. The red hurricane 

 passed on. The smoke was bad in 

 the woods, but no longer intolerable, 

 and as the Bear straightened up in 

 the pool to move away into shallower 

 water and off into the woods, the man 

 got a glimpse of red blood streaming 

 from the shaggy back and dyeing the 

 pool. The blood on the trail had not 

 escaped him. He knew that this was 



