Indian fashion, I slipped from tree to tree, a mode of forest travel not without its fascination and effectiveness, till I reached the height of a knoll beyond which I made sure was my objective point.

On peeping out from behind the last pine, I found I had calculated pretty well, for there was the hollow, the big windfall, with its round, starfish-shaped roots exposed to the bright sun, and near that, the carcass.

Sure enough, pulling hard at it, was the gray-white wolf I recognized as my "lofer." But he presented an exceedingly difficult shot.

Backing down the ridge, I ran a little way to come up behind another tree, from which I soon shifted to a fallen pine.

Over this I peeped, to get a splendid view of the wolf.