Then one of the hunters stood directly in front of the crack in which he was hidden, and he saw his first man.

A moment later the men, too, were gone.
Later Muskwa heard the shots.

After that the barking of the dogs grew more and more distant until finally he could not hear them at all.

It was about three o'clock--the siesta hour in the mountains, and it was very quiet.
For a long time Muskwa did not move.

He listened.