"Remember that when you go out to slay you may be slain.

But, Ned, we must reload." They curved about, and darting into a thick clump of bushes put fresh charges in their rifles.

Ned was trembling from excitement and exertion, but his anger was beginning to rise.

There must always come a time when the hunted beast will turn and rend if it can.

Ned had been the hunted, now he wanted to become the hunter.