He stood for several minutes, sniffing the air still more suspiciously, before he drew close to it.

The man-tracks were thicker here.

The snow was beaten down with them, and the scent of Le Beau was so strong in the air that for a space Miki believed he was near.

Then he advanced so that he got a look into the door of the trap-house.

Squatted there, staring at him with big round eyes, was a huge snowshoe rabbit.