from Old Tomah the hunter, when Mooka, 

 whose restless black eyes were always wan- 

 dering, seized his arm. 



" Hush, brother, and look, oh, look! there 

 on the big rock ! " 



Noel's eyes had already caught the Indian 

 trick of seeing only what they look for, and 

 so of separating an animal instantly from his 

 surroundings, however well he hides. That 

 is why the whole hillside seemed suddenly 

 to vanish, spruces and harebells, snow-fields 

 and drifting white clouds all grouping them- 

 selves, like the unnoticed frame of a picture, 

 around a great gray rock with 

 a huge shaggy she-wolf keeping ,1| 

 watch over it, silent, alert, 

 motionless. 



Something stirred in the 

 shadow of the old wolf's watch- 

 tower, tossing and eddying and 

 growing suddenly quiet, as if the 

 wind were playing among dead oak leaves. 

 The keen young eyes saw it instantly, dilat- 

 ing with surprise and excitement. The next 

 instant they had clutched each other's arms. 



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Noel, and 

 MooAa 



