Then only did it dawn on the others that they were in a most perilous neighbourhood, so they took flight.
Rolf sat up in amazement.

Quonab dropped the three birds by the fire and set about preparing breakfast.
"These are fool hens," he explained.

"You can mostly get them this way; sure, if you have a dog to help, but ruffed grouse is no such fool." Rolf dressed the birds and as usual threw the entrails Skookum.

Poor little dog! he was, indeed, a sorry sight.

He looked sadly out of his bulging eyes, feebly moved swollen jaws, but did not touch the food he once would have pounced on.