You go again to-morrow and you get your deer." Rolf made no reply.

So Quonab ventured, "You want me to go ?" That settled it for Rolf; his pride was touched.
"No; I'll go again in the morning." In the dew time he was away once more on the hunting trail.

There was no wind, but the southwest was the likeliest to spring up.

So he went nearly over his last night's track.

He found it much easier to go silently now when all the world was dew wet, and travelled quickly.