To Le Beau, still firing at him through the merciful cloud of smoke, he was like a gray streak flashing to the thick timber.

Three times more Le Beau fired.

From the edge of a dense clump of spruce Miki flung back a defiant howl.

He disappeared as Le Beau's last shot shovelled up the snow at his heels.
The narrowness of his escape from the man-beast did not frighten Miki out of the Jackson's Knee country.

If anything, it held him more closely to it.