"Speak only in a whisper and do not move, because the animal that is looking at us has no malice in its heart, and does not wish us harm.

It has come very softly and, while its eyes are larger, they are mild and have only curiosity." "A deer, I should say, Tayoga." "Yes, a deer, Lennox, a very beautiful deer.

It has been drawn by the fire, and having come as near as it dares it stands there, shivering a little, but wondering and admiring." "We won't trouble it, Tayoga.

We'll need the meat of a deer before long, but we'll spare our guest of tonight." "He is staring very straight at us," said Tayoga, "but something has stirred in the brushwood--perhaps it's another wolf--and now he has gone." "We seem to be an attraction," said Willet, "and so I suppose we'd better give 'em as good a look as we can." He cast a great quantity of the dry wood on the fire, and it blazed up gayly, throwing the red glow in a wide circle, and lighting up the pleasant glade.

The figures of the three, as they leaned in luxurious attitudes, were outlined clearly and sharply, a view they would not have allowed had not Tayoga been sure no enemy was near.
"Now let the spectators come on," said Willet genially, "because we won't be on display forever.