CHAPTER III 



THE RED HORROR 



[ N the Hunting-moon it came, 

 just when the corn begins 

 to turn, and in the dawn, 

 when Bannertail Graycoat 

 was yielding to the thrill 

 that comes with action, youth and life, 

 in dew-time. 



There was a growing, murmuring sound, 

 then smoke from the barn, like that he 

 had seen coming from the red mystery in 

 the cook-house. But this grew very fast 

 and huge; men came running, horses fran- 

 tically plunging hurried out, and other 

 living things and doings that he did not 

 understand. Then when the sun was 

 high a blackened smoking pile there was 



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