204 ON THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS 
Bill Snyder would be far away, was not visible 
just then. 
“ Hello, Wilbur, what you doing here?” asked 
Bill. 
“ T heard a noise, and I was comin’ to see what 
it was,” said Wilbur, sneaking a glance down into 
his pit, where a little mottled fawn was whimper- 
ing. 
“Well, you come with me, and I'll tell you all 
about it.” Bill spoke quietly, with an engaging 
smile. 
* Aw, no, Bill, honest to God, I didn’t know 
nothin’ about 
He turned his head quickly, as if to estimate 
the chances to make a break. 
But the game warden was beside him, with two 
long strides. The edge of a hard hand hit his 
wrist, and the knife fell from his pained fingers. 
“Now I'll take the rope,” said Bill, quietly, as 
he picked up the knife. “I advise you to stand 
right there.” And he let his hand wander a sec- 
ond toward his hip. 
Wilbur stood right there, while Snyder got into 
the pit and tussled with the terrified little fawn 
