Then Jennie's musical voice rang out on the frosty air, but still the hunter gave no sign that he knew he had been addressed.

He did not move an arm nor stir.
"I wonder whether he hasn't frozen stiff in that position," remarked Sterry.

"He may have been caught in the first snap several weeks ago and has been acting ever since as his own monument." At the moment of shooting out of sight around the curve the three glanced back.

The old fellow was there, just as they saw him at first.
They even fancied he had not so much as turned his head while they were passing, but was still gazing at the bank opposite him, or, what was more likely, peering sideways without shifting his head to any extent.
The occurrence, however, was too slight to cause a second thought.
They were now fairly under way, as may be said, being more than a mile from their starting-point.

They were proceeding swiftly but easily, ready to decrease or increase their speed at a moment's notice.
Sometimes they were nigh enough to touch each other's hands, and again they separated, one going far to the right, the other to the left, while the third kept near the middle of the stream.