THE LIFE AND DEATH OF LUCY 123 
sick of a fever, and lay still, licking her paw. 
Presently she heard her brother screaming, but 
still she did not budge. She slept fitfully that 
day, his cries now and again awaking her, and at 
nightfall felt a little better, and very hungry, for 
it had been two days now since she had tasted 
food. The fish smell was still in the air. She 
went forth, her foot bleeding again as the crusty 
snow cut it, and ate first the fish at her brother’s 
trap. Then she sniffed. ‘There was more some- 
where about. But Lucy was capable of learn- 
ing by experience. She approached it warily. 
The thing which had hurt her before had been on 
the ground almost under the fish. The fish was 
placed at the base of a rock. Lucy climbed up. 
on the rock, lay flat on her belly, and cautiously 
lowered her well paw down, down, till one claw 
caught in the fish, and she could hook it up. 
Seizing it in her mouth, she went back to the den 
with it hastily, and ate it there at her leisure. 
Then she slept. 
She was waked by a single shot, and of course 
became instantly alert. This time her senses told 
her, presently, that danger was approaching, and 
