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drive, with probably a savage snarl to add to 

 the terror of his rush. At the first startled 

 bound Hetokh the buck sank to his withers. 

 A dozen more plunges, and he lay helpless. 

 Pequam raced alongside, leaped for his throat, 

 and gave the death wound. He watched for 

 a moment, crouching in the snow, till the 

 buck lay still ; then he ran on again without 

 stopping to eat or drink. Newell, far behind, 

 puzzling out the trail, neither saw nor heard 

 anything of the swift tragedy, but read it all 

 from the snow a half-hour later. 



Straight back to the hills went Pequam, 

 leisurely, carelessly now, and without mak- 

 ing the slightest effort to hide his trail, as he 

 had done all day, crept into the first good 

 hollow log and lay down to sleep. Newell 

 found him there and wedged him in without 

 trouble, and took his skin within sight of the 

 spot where the deer lay stiffening in the snow. 



Now the curious thing about the killing 

 is this, that Pequam was running for his life, 

 with no time to lose or to throw away. He 

 had already killed one deer and had eaten 

 more than he wanted, and, with an enemy 



