Once he had been hiding within a dozen yards of Le Beau when he passed.
This morning he headed straight for the swamp through which Le Beau's traps were set.

There the rabbits were thickest and it was in the swamp that they most frequently got in Jacques's KEKEKS--the little houses he built of sticks and cedar boughs to keep the snow off his baits.

They were so numerous that they were a pest, and each time that Le Beau made his trip over the line he found at least two out of every three traps sprung by them, and therefore made useless for the catching of fur.
But, where there were many rabbits there were also fishers and lynx, and in spite of the rage which the plague of rabbits sent him into, Le Beau continued to set his traps there.

And now, in addition to the rabbits, he had the wild dog to contend with.
His heart was fired by a vengeful anticipation as he hurried on through the glow of the early sun, with The Killer at his heels, led by a BABICHE thong.

Miki was nosing about the first trap-house as Netah and Le Beau entered the edge of the swamp, three miles to the east.
It was in this KEKEK that Miki had killed the fisher-cat the previous morning.