He slept a great deal, and perhaps he was less cautious.

He was dozing on the great mud-and-brushwood dam of which he had been engineer-in-chief, when Baree came out softly on a high bank thirty or forty feet away.

So noiseless had Baree been that none of the beavers had seen or heard him.

He squatted himself flat on his belly, hidden behind a tuft of grass, and with eager interest watched every movement.

Beaver Tooth was rousing himself.