A blackcock skimmed across the open space and disappeared unmolested.

A wolf--gray, gaunt, sneaking, and lurching in his gait--trotted into the clearing and stood listening with evil lips drawn back.

The two girls watched him breathlessly.

When he trotted on unmolested, they drew a deep breath as if they had been under water.

Paul, with his two rifles laid before him, watched the wolf depart with a smile.