58 Wilderness Ways. 



to the fir tip, where Kagax had been a moment before. 

 His movements were quick, nervous, silent; his eyes 

 showed like two drops of blood over his twitching 

 nostrils. He circled swiftly about the end of the lost 

 trail. His nose touched a brown feather, another, 

 and he glided back to the fir tip. A drop of blood 

 was soaking slowly into a dead leaf. The marten 

 thrust his nose into it. One long sniff, while his 

 eyes blazed; then he raised his head, cried out once 

 savagely, and glided away on the back track. 



