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The Law of Property Among Our Four-Footed Kin.
Night came down on the Asamuk woods, and the two in the wigwam were eating their supper of pork, beans, and tea, for the Indian did not, by any means object to the white man's luxuries, when a strange "yap-yurr" was heard out toward the plain.

The dog was up at once with a growl.
Rolf looked inquiringly, and Quonab said, "Fox," then bade the dog be still.
"Yap-yurr, yap-yurr," and then, "yurr, yeow," it came again and again.
"Can we get him ?" said the eager young hunter.

The Indian shook his head.
"Fur no good now.

An' that's a she-one, with young ones on the hillside." "How do you know ?" was the amazed inquiry.