The Indian even poked his stick into the thick ground spruce.

The white man kept saying that he was sure he had made a hit, and once he stood so near that Miki's nose almost touched his boot.

He went back and added fresh birch to the fire, so that the light of it illumined a greater space about them.

Miki's heart stood still.

But the men searched farther on, and at last went back to the fire.
For an hour Miki did not move.