It has been bent down by the deer bein' dragged over it.

Now it's springin' up." Dale's next stop was on the other side of the swale, under a spruce with low, spreading branches.

The look of Pedro quickened Helen's pulse.
He was wild to give chase.

Fearfully Helen looked where Dale pointed, expecting to see the lion.

But she saw instead a deer lying prostrate with tongue out and sightless eyes and bloody hair.
"Girls, that lion heard us an' left.