They could hear him crunching the husks, see the gleam of long white teeth which one day would grow outside that furry muzzle and curve up and backward like ivory sabres.
Geraldine whispered: "There's a huge black thing moving in the hemlock scrub.

I can see its feet against the sky-line, and sometimes part of its bulk----" "Oh, heavens," breathed Kathleen, "what is that ?" Out of the scrub trotted a huge, shaggy, black thing, all head and shoulders, with body slanting back abruptly to a pair of weak hindquarters.

Down the slope it ran in quick, noiseless, jerky steps; the yearling turned his head, still munching, ears cocked forward.

And suddenly the monster rushed at him with a squeal, and the yearling shrieked and fled, chased clear up the slope.
"It's a sow; don't shoot," whispered Scott.

"Look, Sis, you can't see a sign of tusks.