It sped straighter to the target than he had hoped, as there was a thud, a snarling yelp, and then the swift pad of flying feet.

Tayoga lay back and laughed.
"The Spirit of Jest guided my hand," he said, "and the stick struck him upon the nose.

He will run far and his wrath and fear will grow as he runs.

Then he will lie down again in some thicket, and he will not dare to come back.

Now, we will wait a little." "Anything more looking at us ?" asked Robert after awhile.
"Yes, we have a new visitor," replied Tayoga in a low tone.