He left the dam and began questing for the source of it in the forest, until after a time he lost it altogether.

McTaggart had finished frying his bacon and was eating it.
It was a splendid night that followed.

Perhaps Baree would have slept through it in his nest on the top of the dam if the bacon smell had not stirred the new hunger in him.

Since his adventure in the canyon, the deeper forest had held a dread for him, especially at night.

But this night was like a pale, golden day.