As he drew away with his own burden his heirs to the rest were already showing signs of their presence.

From the thick bushes about came the rustling of light feet, and now and then an eager and impatient snarl.

Red eyes showed, and as he turned away the wolves of the hills made a wild rush for the fallen monarch.

Robert, for some distance, heard them yapping and snarling over the feast, and, despite his own success in securing what he needed so badly, he felt remorse because he had been compelled to give so fine an animal over to the wolves.
His heart grew light again as he made his way back to the defile and the cave.

He carried enough food to last Tayoga and himself many days, if necessity compelled them to remain long in the cave, but he did not forget in his triumph to take every precaution for the hiding of his trail, devoutly glad that it was hard ground, thick with stones, on which he could step from one to another.
Thus he returned, bearing his burden, and Tayoga, sitting near the entrance, rifle on knee, greeted him with becoming words as one whom Tododaho and Areskoui had guided to victory.
"It is well, Dagaeoga," he said.