He sensed the fact that the big black bear would never fish again in the quiet pools and shimmering eddies, and that where for many days there had been peace and plenty, there was now great danger.

And just as in another country he would have fled for safety to the old windfall, he now fled desperately for the beaver pond.
Exactly wherein lay Baree's fears it would be difficult to say--but surely it was not because of Nepeese.

The Willow had chased him hard.
She had flung herself upon him.

He had felt the clutch of her hands and the smother of her soft hair, and yet of her he was not afraid! If he stopped now and then in his flight and looked back, it was to see if Nepeese was following.

He would not have run hard from her--alone.