fore the deadly gun could play, six 

 beacons waved and a friendly hill 

 had screened them from its power* 



The Sandhill Stag had gathered 

 his brood again, yet now that the 

 murderer was on the track once 

 more, he scattered them as before* 

 But there was only one track for 

 Yan* 



At last the chase led away to the 

 great dip of Pine Creek a mile- 

 wide flat, with a long, dense thicket 

 down the middle* 



44 There is where he is hiding and 

 watching now, but there he will not 

 rest," said the something within, and 

 Yan kept out of sight and watched ; 

 after half an hour a dark spot left 

 the willow belt and wandered up the 



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