Then he looked at Wakayoo.

The big bear had not moved an inch.

He, too, was listening.
But to him there was a thing more disturbing than the sounds he heard.
It was the scent which he caught in the air--the man scent.
Baree, watching him, saw his head swing slowly even as the footsteps of Nepeese and Pierrot became more and more distinct.

It was the first time Baree had ever stood face to face with the big bear.

He had watched him fish; he had fattened on Wakayoo's prowess; he had held him in splendid awe.