Wait for a better one." They lay silent, all three peering down at the yearling, who stood motionless, nosing for tainted air, listening, peering about with dull, near-sighted eyes.
And, after a long time, as they made no sound, the brute wheeled suddenly, made a complete circle at a nervous trout, uttered a series of short, staccato sounds that, when he became older, would become deeper, more of an ominous roar than a hoarse and irritated grunt.
Two deer, a doe and a fawn, came picking their way cautiously along the edge of the gully, sometimes flattening their ears, sometimes necks outstretched, ears forward, peering ahead at the young and bad-tempered pig.
The latter saw them, turned in fury and charged with swiftness incredible, and the deer stampeded headlong through the forest.
"What a fierce, little brute!" whispered Kathleen, appalled.

"Scott, if he comes any nearer, I'm going to get into a tree." "If he sees us or winds us he'll run.

Don't move; there may be a good boar in presently.

I've thought two or three times that I heard something on that hemlock ridge." They listened, holding their breath.

Crack! went a distant stick.
Silence; nothing stirred except the yearling who had returned to the mast and was eagerly nosing among the acorns.