had leaped down and run on again. Once 

 he tunneled for a long distance under the 



snow; and when we found the trail it was 

 far out to one side and running at right 

 angles to his former course. So we followed 

 him, mile after mile, and I had long given 

 up the thought of shooting in the fascina- 

 tion of working out the riddle which Pequam 

 had spread for us, when Newell, who had 

 been growing more and more cautious for 

 the past ten minutes, stopped suddenly and 

 pointed ahead. And when I glided up to 

 him there was no sign of a den or a hidden 

 log, but only a little hollow half filled with 

 a flurry of snow where the trail disappeared, 

 as if Pequam had suddenly taken wings to 

 himself and flown away. 



" Where is he ? " I whispered. 



" Oh, we got urn now, good place," chuckled 

 Newell. " Pequam tink he fool urn ol' Injun ; 

 hide hees footin'. Now he tink safe, go sleep. 

 Guess he fool self dis time — By cosh ! oh, by 

 cosh ! " 



From a great hole in the top of a fallen 

 log, fifty feet away, a black streak shot out 



^Pequam 

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