As he gazed an uncanny chill crept through him, and when he raised his head he knew that he was trembling in spite of his efforts to control himself.

Turning about he swiftly followed the trail to the top of the ridge, recrossed the sledge track, and descended again into the wildness of the gorge on the other side.

He had not progressed twenty rods when without a sound he dropped behind a rock.

He had seen no movement ahead of him.
He had heard nothing.

Yet in that moment he was thrilled as never before in his life.
For the bear trail had ceased.
And ahead of him, instead of the tracks of a beast, there continued _the footprints of a man_!.