Harry was coming along yonder with the deer, forty yards I make it, and he jumped when the fellow started shooting." "You think he did ?" said Seaforth, slightly bewildered, and Okanagan laughed.
"No, sir, I'm sure," he said.

"I could show you where his heels went in if it would do you any good.

Harry was coming along quick as he could, thinking about his supper, and the other fellow was crouching here, clawing his rifle and waiting until he came into the moonlight." The blood surged into Seaforth's forehead, and he clenched one hand.
"The condemned villain! It was devilish," he said.
Okanagan nodded gravely, and his rugged face was stern.
"Oh, yes, but, slinging names at him's not much use," he said.

"Well, I feel it in me that we're going to see more of that man by and by, and that's just why I'm working up the whole thing from the beginning.

Now I'll show you some more of it." They floundered through one or two thickets until Okanagan stopped again, and pointed to the red smear upon the fern and withered pine-needles.