around in the edge of the woods. A 

 stick snapped to the right and a low 

 ' Woof ' came from the left Then 

 all was still. Yan felt them sneak- 

 ing around, felt them watching him 

 from the cover, and strained his eyes 

 in vain to see some form that he 

 might shoot. But they were wise, 

 and he was wise, for had he run he 

 would soon have seen them closing 

 in on him. They must have been 

 but few, for after their council of war 

 they decided he was better let alone, 

 and he never saw them at all. For 

 twenty minutes he waited, but 

 hearing no more of them, arose and 

 went homeward. And as he tramped 

 he thought, "Now I know how a 

 deer feels when the grind of a moc- 



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