It would have killed him, but for the dog; then it would have killed the dog, but my grandfather was near.
"He made my father eat the pekan's heart, so his heart might be like it.
It sought no fight, but it turned, when struck, and fought without fear.
That is the right way; seek peace, but fight without fear.

That was my father's heart and mine." Then glancing toward the west he continued in a tone of menace: "That trap robber will find it so.

We sought no fight, but some day I kill him." The big track went in bounds, to be lost in a low, thick woods.

But they met it again.
They were crossing a hemlock ridge a mile farther on, when they came to another track which was first a long, deep furrow, some fifteen inches wide, and in this were the wide-spread prints of feet as large as those of a fisher.
"Kahk," said Quonab, and Skookum said "Kahk," too, but he did it by growling and raising his back hair, and doubtless also by sadly remembering.

His discretion seemed as yet embryonic, so Rolf slipped his sash through the dog's collar, and they followed the track, for the porcupine now stood in Rolf's mind as a sort of embroidery outfit.
They had not followed far before another track joined on--the track of the fisher-pekan; and soon after they heard in the woods ahead scratching sounds, as of something climbing, and once or twice a faint, far, fighting snarl.
Quickly tying the over-valiant Skookum to a tree, they crept forward, ready for anything, and arrived on the scene of a very peculiar action.
Action it was, though it was singularly devoid of action.