220 ON THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS 
signs of danger, and then, suddenly, both their 
ears and noses got unmistakable warning. ‘They 
were being followed! With a great bound, OI 
Buck led the way back to the herd. The spots 
where the deer had lain down to rest were still 
almost warm, the grass still crushed in the shape 
of their bodies, when two hunters reached the 
place. But no deer was visible! Only, by care- 
ful searching again, could the men follow the 
tracks into the tangle of scrub oak and laurel and 
blueberries and azalea, through which the deer 
had headed for the forests on the mountain sum- 
mit. And the summit was State reservation, and 
Bill Snyder was the game warden! 
Still, this was wild country. Bill Snyder 
couldn’t be everywhere. It wasn’t far to bring a 
deer out of the reservation, and then report the 
kill. “Who'd know the difference? Their blood 
was up now, the trail was fresh—and they 
plunged in after the herd. Up here near the 
summit there was suddenly a little coating of 
snow, the precipitation of some cloud, perhaps, 
and the trail became easy to follow. When they 
reached the double tracks (for Ol’ Buck, of 
