The Wolf glanced at me and shook his head.

We went on, over the wet ferns and nettles.

A dull, prolonged roar rang out....
"He has felled it," muttered The Wolf.
In the meantime the sky had continued to clear; it was almost light in the forest.

We made our way out of the ravine at last.
"Wait here," the forester whispered to me, bent over, and raising his gun aloft, vanished among the bushes.

I began to listen with strained intentness.