if it be disagreeable, usually does come). 

 I never moved a muscle. This time 

 the pressure on my arm was unmis- 

 takable. I turned quickly and saw 

 the cook with a gun ! 



The cook, gun, knives, fire, snow, 

 and stars danced a mad jig before me 

 for an instant. Then the cook suddenly 

 resumed his proper position, and I saw 

 that his disengaged hand was held in an 

 attitude of warning for silence. He 

 pointed off into the woods and appeared 

 to be listening. Soon I thought I heard 

 a snapping of a branch away off up the 

 mountain. 



"Bear," the cook whispered. "Fol- 

 low me." 



I followed. It was hard work to get 

 over logs and stones without noise, in a 

 long mackintosh, and, besides, I wished 

 that I had brought a gun. I should 



