Who can say that animals have no language?
His merry "yip, yip, yip," for partridge up a tree, or his long, hilarious, "Yow, yow, yow," when despite all orders he chased some deer, were totally distinct from the angry "Yap, yap," he gave for the bear up the tree, or the "Grrryapgrryap," with which he voiced his hatred of the porcupine.
But now it was the "Yap, yap," as when he had treed the bears.
"Something up a tree," was the Indian's interpretation, as they followed the sound.

Something up a tree! A whole menagerie it seemed to Rolf when they got there.

Hanging by the neck in the remaining snare, and limp now, was a young lynx, a kit of the year.

In the adjoining tree, with Skookum circling and yapping 'round the base, was a savage old lynx.
In the crotch above her was another young one, and still higher was a third, all looking their unutterable disgust at the noisy dog below; the mother, indeed, expressing it in occasional hisses, but none of them daring to come down and face him.

The lynx is very good fur and very easy prey.