where they come out. There are some 

 tracks across the stream there, but they 

 are older and dimmer and might have 

 been made by elk." 



" Oh, do go on ! Surely the tracks 

 across the stream must be the ones.*" 

 To go on, on, and hurry, was my one 

 thought, my one cry. 



Nimrod yielded. Thus I and my 

 wild fear betrayed the hunter's instinct. 

 We went on for many weary minutes. 

 .We lost all tracks. Then Nimrod fired 

 a shot into the air. He would not do 

 it before, because he said we were not 

 lost, and that there was no need for worry 

 — worry, when for hours blind fear had 

 held me in torture ! 



There was no answer to the shot. 



In five minutes he fired again. Then 

 we heard a report, very faint. I would 

 not believe that I had heard it at all. 

 I raised my gun and fired. This time a 



