"She too loved the wild thing.

But them wolf--damn! They drive me out if I can not kill them!" He put fresh fuel into the stove, and prepared for bed.
One day the big idea came to Henri.
Weyman was with him when they struck fresh signs of lynx.

There was a great windfall ten or fifteen feet high, and in one place the logs had formed a sort of cavern, with almost solid walls on three sides.

The snow was beaten down by tracks, and the fur of rabbit was scattered about.

Henri was jubilant.
"We got heem--sure!" he said.
He built the bait-house, set a trap and looked about him shrewdly.