She informed Kazan by pressing her shoulder against his, and they swung off at right angles, keeping to windward of the trap-line.
For two days and three cold starlit nights nothing happened at the windfall.

Henri understood, and explained to Weyman.

The lynx was a hunter, like himself, and also had its hunt-line, which it covered about once a week.

On the fifth night the lynx returned, went to the windfall, was lured straight to the bait, and the sharp-toothed steel trap closed relentlessly over its right hindfoot.

Kazan and Gray Wolf were traveling a quarter of a mile deeper in the forest when they heard the clanking of the steel chain as the lynx fought; to free itself.