Here are more bones which he threw away, with shreds of flesh yet on them, and which the forest people came to pick clean.

Lo, their tracks are everywhere about Black Rifle's little camp.

One of them became so persistent and bold--a wolf it was--that Black Rifle, not willing to shoot, seized a large stone, and threw it at him with great violence.

There lies the stone at the edge of the wood, and as there is fresh earth on its under surface it was partly imbedded in the ground where Black Rifle snatched it up.
There, just beyond your right foot, Red Coat, is a little depression, the place in the earth, from which he tore it.

Black Rifle's aim was good too.