THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



farther hill. When he was well out 

 of sight over the hill Yan ran across 

 the valley and stalked around to get 

 the trail on the down-wind side. He 

 found it, and there learned that the 

 Stag was as wise as he he had 

 climbed a good lookout and watched 

 his back trail, then seeing Yan cross- 

 ing the flat, his track went swiftly 

 bounding, bounding . 



The Stag knew just how things 

 stood; a single match to a finish 

 now, and he led away for a new 

 region. But Yan was learning 

 something he had often heard that 

 the swiftest deer can be run down 

 by a hardy man; for he was as 

 fresh as ever, but the great Stag's 

 bounds were shortening, he was 



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