"One of those animals wouldn't warn us.

He'd be down on us before we knew he was about.

I wish I had my rifle and the free use of my legs.

I'd never leave the island until I had one good pop at him." A slight rustling in the cane told the listeners that Don was again advancing slowly along the path.

Dan was afraid that he had made up his mind to risk a shot with his double-barrel, and so was Godfrey, who uttered another growl, louder and fiercer than the first, and rattled the cane with his hands.