But he had seen nothing like this before, and he felt all at once as if he had done murder.
"I'm sorry," he breathed softly, "you poor little devil; I'm sorry!" It was almost a prayer--for forgiveness.

Yet there was but one thing to do now.

So quietly that Neewa failed to hear him he crept around with the wind and stole up behind.

He was within a dozen feet of Neewa before the cub suspected danger.

Then it was too late.