It came from without on the other side of the lodge.

There it was again, a slight tearing sound, such as is caused by a knife when it cuts through soft material.
Some one was slitting the wall of the lodge.
The hunter rolled noiselessly over and over until he lay against the skins.

In the dim grayness he saw a bright blade moving carefully upward through the deer-hide.

Then a long knife was pushed into the opening; a small, brown hand grasped the hilt.

Another little hand followed and felt of the wall and floor, reaching out with groping fingers.
The, hunter rolled again so that his back was against the wall and his wrists in front of the opening.