gave a little yap.

Umisk and his brothers were like dummies.

And then, of a sudden, someone saw Baree. It was a big beaver swimming
down the pond with a sapling timber for the new dam that was under way.
Instantly he loosed his hold and faced the shore. And then, like the
report of a rifle, there came the crack of his big flat tail on the
water--the beaver's signal of danger that on a quiet night can be heard
half a mile away.

"DANGER," it warned. "DANGER--DANGER-- DANGER!"

Scarcely had the signal gone forth when tails were cracking in all
directions--in the pond, in the hidden canals, in the thick willows and
alders. To Umisk and his companions they said:

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

Baree stood rigid and motionless now. In amazement he watched the four
little beavers plunge into the pond and disappear. He heard the sounds
of other and heavier bodies striking the water. And then there followed
a strange and disquieting silence. Softly Baree whined, and his whine
was almost a sobbing cry. Why had Umisk and his little mates run away
from him? What had he done that they didn't want to make friends with
him? A great loneliness swept over him--a loneliness greater even than
that of his first night away from his mother. The last of the sun faded
out of the sky as he stood there. Darker shadows crept over the pond.
He looked into the forest, where night was gathering--and with another
whining cry he slunk back into it. He had not found friendship. He had