He could not go in after the wild dog, and he could not lure him out.

But there was another way.

He would drive him out with fire! Deep back in his fortress, Miki heard the crunch of Le Beau's feet in the snow.

A few minutes later he saw the man-beast again peering into his lair.
"BETE, BETE," he called half tauntingly, and again Miki growled.
Jacques was satisfied.

The windfall was not more than thirty or forty feet in diameter, and about it the forest was open and clear of undergrowth.