It was but fair to presume, therefore, that on that morning, as upon others, the glade would furnish him with this species of game.
Without making stop anywhere else, he walked on till he had got within a few rods of the spot where he expected to procure the materials of the breakfast; and then, entering among the underwood, he advanced more slowly and with greater caution.

To ensure success, he even dropped upon his knees, and crawled cat-like, using his arms as forelegs and his hands as paws! After this fashion he worked his way forward to the edge of the opening--all the while keeping a thick leafy bush before his body to screen himself from the eyes of any creature--kakur or other animal-- that might be within the glade.
On getting close up behind the bush, he came to a halt; and then, cautiously raising his shoulders, he peeped through between the leafy branches.
It took him some seconds of time to survey the whole surface of the glade; but when he had finished his scrutiny, a shadow of disappointment might have been seen passing over his countenance.

There was no game there--neither kakur nor animals of any other kind.
Not without a certain feeling of chagrin did the young hunter perceive that the opening was empty: for, to say nothing of the annoyance he felt on not being able to procure a joint of venison for breakfast, he had been flattering himself that, from his superior knowledge of the ground, he would be the first to find the material for their matutinal meal-- about which he had some little feeling of hunter-pride and rivalry.
He did not permit this preliminary disappointment to rob him of all hope.

If there were no kakur within the glade, there might be some in the bushes near its edge; and perhaps, by adopting the decoy he had several times already practised--that of imitating their call--he might entice one out into the open ground.
Acting upon this idea, he squatted close behind the bush, and commenced barking, as near as he could, _a la kakur_..