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one by itself), and a wounded stag lost is the 

 dark side of stalking ; if this were to be 

 another, it should be the last for ever. She 

 was heading now slightly downhill, and had 

 run some two or three hundred yards, when a 

 faint sound borne upwards through the mist 

 made her stop a moment. " Let Mistress 



M pleesse to gif me the rifle now I haf my 



breath," gasped the old man, who had been 

 coming along best pace like the gallant hill- 

 man he was, but blowing and rasping like a 

 motor-car in distress. " All right, Campbell ; 

 I scarcely knew I'd got it listen ! " A 

 moment's silence, sickening in its length to 

 straining ears, then the young, quick ones 

 caught it, faint but sure, muffled through the 

 mist the dog's bark. " Come on, I hear the 

 dog," and on they went, down in the direction, 

 guided by that beacon of sound. Farther on 

 they came across Dewar, who had run on, 

 and then waited to listen for the dog. The 

 barks came now sharper, clearer. The mist 

 was lifting a bit, and more foreground was 

 visible. Once more the mists of despair 



