i8 NEIGHBOURS UNKNOWN 



landing the cattle stirred and snorted un- 

 easily, and the two horses whinnied with 

 anxious interrogation. 



At this instant a window in the farmhouse 

 flew up with a clatter. Grey Lynx turned 

 his flat, cruel face sharply toward the sound. 

 He saw a jet of flame spurt from the window ; 

 a crashing thunder shocked his ears, and 

 something hummed viciously close above his 

 head. Fortunately for him, the light of the 

 moon is a deceptive light to shoot by. He 

 left no chance, however, for the settler to try 

 a second shot. With one wild leap he cleared 

 the roof and alighted on the snow behind 

 the barn. He saw his mate already fleeing, 

 and he followed in long, panic-stricken bounds. 



Well within the shelter of the woods, Grey 

 Lynx found his mate awaiting him. She 

 stood with her head turned back over her 

 shoulder, eyeing him dangerously. What 

 she conveyed to him by that look is not with 

 any certainty to be recorded ; but it seemed 

 to be unpleasant in its drift, for Grey Lynx 

 turned aside, in a casual way, and pretended 

 to sniff interestedly at the day old trail of a 

 rabbit. It was difficult, however, to assume 

 an interest for any length of time in anything 

 so hopelessly uninteresting. After a few 

 seconds he wandered off stealthily, in search 



