Helen looked with all her might and she saw the shadowy gray forms of the coyotes skulk away, out of the moonlight into the gloom of the woods, where they disappeared.

Not only Dale's intensity, but the very silence, the wildness of the moment and place, seemed fraught with wonderful potency.

Bo must have felt it, too, for she was trembling all over, and holding tightly to Helen, and breathing quick and fast.
"A-huh!" muttered Dale, under his breath.
Helen caught the relief and certainty in his exclamation, and she divined, then, something of what the moment must have been to a hunter.
Then her roving, alert glance was arrested by a looming gray shadow coming out of the forest.

It moved, but surely that huge thing could not be a bear.

It passed out of gloom into silver moonlight.