Middletown transcript., 1921-01-22
By EDISON MARSHALL
Copyright. 1920. by Little. Brown & CO


world that Cranston had expect
ed. And they were not moment too
soon. Even at that instant. his finger
was closing down upon the trigger,
Hildreth standing clear and revealed
through the sights. The nervous re-
sponse that few men in the world
would be self-disciplined enough to
prevent occurred at the same instant
that he pressed the trigger. His own
fire answered. so near to the other
that both of them sounded as one re-
port.
Most hunters can usually tell. even
if they cannot see their game fall.
whether they have hit or missed. This
was one o. the few times in his life
that Cranston could not have told. He
knew that as his finger pressed he had
held as accurate q "bead" as at any
time in his life. He did not know still
another circumstance-that in the
moonlight he had Overestimated the
distance to the clearing, and instead
Of one hundred yards it was scarcely
fifty. He had held rather high. And
he looked up, unknowing whether he
had succeeded or whether he was face
to face with the prospect of a duel
to the death in the darkness
And all he saw was Hildreth, rock
ing back and forth in the moonlight
strange picture that he was never
entirely to forget. 1t was a motion
that no man could pretend. And he
knew he had not missed.
He waited till he saw the form OF
his enemy rock down, face half-buried
in the pine needles. It never even oc'
Cured to him to approach to see If he
had made a clean kill. He had held
on the breast and he had a world of
confidence in his great, shocking, big
game rifle Besides, the rifle fire might
attract some hunter in the hills: and
there would be time in the morning
to return to the body and make GER
tain little investigations that he had
in mind. And running back down the
trail, he missed the sight of Hildretn
dragging his wounded body, like an
injured hare, into the shelter of the
thickets.
Whisperfoot, that great coward,
came out of his brush-covert when the
moon rose. 1t was not his usual rising
time. Ordinarily he found his best
hunting in the eerie light Of the twi-
light hour; but for certain reasons,
his knowledge of which would be ex-
tremely difficult to explain, he let this
time go by in slumber. Whisperfoot
had slept almost since dawn. 1t is
significant quality in the felines that
they simply cannot keep in condition
without hours and hours of sleep. In
this matter of sleeping, they are in a
direct contrast to the wolves, who
seemingly never sleep at all, unless it
is with one eye open, and In still
greater contrast to the king of all
beasts, the elephant, who is said to
slumber less per night than that great
electrical wizard whom all men know
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The great cat came out yawning, as
graceful thing as treads upon the
earth. He was almost nine feet long
from the tip of his nose to the end of
his tail, and he weighed as much as
many a full-grown man. He stood and
yawned insolently, for all the forest
world to see. He rather hoped that
the chipmunk, staring with beady eyes
from his doorway, did see him. He
would just as soon that Woof's little
son, the bear cub, should see him too.
But he wasn't SO particular about
Woof himself, or the wolf pack whose
song had just wakened him. And
above all things. he wanted to keep
out of the sight of men.