As the Willow pulled the trigger of her rifle, Baree sprang into the
air. He felt the force of the bullet before he heard the report of the
gun. It lifted him off his feet, and then sent him rolling over and
over as if he had been struck a hideous blow with a club. For a flash
he did not feel pain. Then it ran through him like a knife of fire, and
with that pain the dog in him rose above the wolf, and he let out a
wild outcry of puppyish yapping as he rolled and twisted on the ground.

Pierrot and Nepeese had stepped from behind the balsams, the Willow's
beautiful eyes shining with pride at the accuracy of her shot.
Instantly she caught her breath. Her brown fingers clutched at the
barrel of her rifle. The chuckle of satisfaction died on Pierrot's lips
as Baree's cries of pain filled the forest.

"Uchi moosis!" gasped Nepeese, in her Cree.

Pierrot caught the rifle from her.

"Diable! A dog--a puppy!" he cried.

He started on a run for Baree. But in their amazement they had lost a
few seconds and Baree's dazed senses were returning. He saw them
clearly as they came across the open--a new kind of monster of the
forests! With a final wail he darted back into the deep shadows of the
trees. It was almost sunset, and he ran for the thick gloom of the
heavy spruce near the creek. He had shivered at sight of the bear and
the moose, but for the first time he now sensed the real meaning of
danger. And it was close after him. He could hear the crashing of the
two-legged beasts in pursuit; strange cries were almost at his