Her brown fingers clutched at the barrel of her rifle.

The chuckle of satisfaction died on Pierrot's lips as Baree's cries of pain filled the forest.
"Uchi moosis!" gasped Nepeese, in her Cree.
Pierrot caught the rifle from her.
"Diable! A dog--a puppy!" he cried.
He started on a run for Baree.

But in their amazement they had lost a few seconds and Baree's dazed senses were returning.

He saw them clearly as they came across the open--a new kind of monster of the forests! With a final wail he darted back into the deep shadows of the trees.

It was almost sunset, and he ran for the thick gloom of the heavy spruce near the creek.