He had stopped tugging at the horse, and stood with his nose in the air.

Surely he could not have scented me, for the wind was strong from him to me; neither could he have heard my soft footfalls on the pine needles; nevertheless, he was suspicious.

Loth to spoil the picture he made, I risked a chance, and waited.

Besides, though I prided myself on being able to take a fair aim, I had no great hope that I could hit him at such a distance.

Presently he returned to his feeding, but not for long.