region. A second shot made the 

 first seem less uncanny and enabled 

 us to trace the direction from whence 

 it came. There was a tongue of 

 higher land that jutted into Big Dam 

 Lake. We were on one side of it 

 and across this mile strip came a 

 third shot. 



" It must be the Tevi! They came 

 out after all," exclaimed Nimrod, 

 even forgetting to whisper. 



Our feelings were not entirely 

 guestly for the moment. That either 

 Sally or Bobbie would kill a moose 

 in that treacherous way, and that 

 in close season, made it necessary for 

 us to reconstruct our ideas of them, 

 and was sadly depressing. We could 

 not accuse them of deliberately en- 

 dangering our lives by shooting in 

 the dark so close to us, for they 

 did not know that we had taken 

 their territory; but it was strange 

 that they should come out that 

 night after all their refusals to do 

 so. Altogether, we felt uncomfort- 

 able. For the first time we had 

 struck grit in our friendship's 

 cake. 



Nimrod had the jack light trained 



