He had heard--a step! Slowly, very cautiously this time, he raised himself.

There came distinctly to his ears a light crunching in the snow.

It seemed back of the shelter--then was moving away, then stopped.

The flickering light of the dying fire still played on the face of the great rock.

Suddenly, at the very end of that rock, something moved.
Some object was creeping cautiously upon the sleeping camp! For a moment his thrilling discovery froze the young hunter into inaction.