The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1921-03-03
CHAPTER lV-continued.

na0 placed 1t III the COEucf VI tAe
room, and FASTENED to the corral. The
mare whickered plaintively when he
| took her from her food.
| When SnOwbird first heard the stap
in the thickets beside her, she halted
bravely and held her lantern high. She
understood at last. The very extremity
of the beams found a reflection in two
very curious circles of 8reenish fire 3:
fire that was old upon the world be-
fore man ever rubbed two sticks to-
gether to strike q fame. OF course
the dim rays had simply been reflect
ed on the eyes of some great beast of
prey.
She identified it at once. Only the
eyes of the felines, with vertical pu-
pills, have this identical greenish glare.
The eyes of the wolves glow in the
darkness. but the circles are usually
bright points. OF course it was g. cOu-
gar.
She didn't cry out again. Realizing
at last the reality Of her peril, her
long training in the mountains came
to her aid. That did not mean she
was not truly and terribly afraid. The
beast was hunting her. She couldn't
doubt this fact. Curiosity might make
lion follow her, but it would never
beget such a wild light of madness in
his eyes as this she had just seen. She
simply clamped down all her moral
strength On her rising hysteria and
looked her situation in the face. Her
hand flew instinctively to her side,
and the pistol leaped in the lantern
light.
But the eyes had already blinked
out before she could raise the weapon.
She shot twice. The echoes roared
back, unbelievably loud in the silence,
and then abruptly died; and the only
sound was a rustling of leaves as the
then hurried on.
She was afraid to listen at first. She
wanted to believe that her pistol fire
would brighten the animal from her
trail She knew, under ordinary con-
ditions, that it would. II he stil fol-
lowed, it could mean but one thing
that some unheard-of incident had &C.
Cured to destroy his fear of men. It
would mean that he had knowingly set
upon her trail and was hunting her
with all the age-Old remOrSelessness
that is the code Of the mountains.
For a little while all was silence.
Then out of the hush the thickets sud-
denly crashed and shook on the OppO-
site side of the trail. She fired blind
ly into the thicket. Then she caught
herself with a sob. But two shells
in her pistol. and they must
be saved for the test.
Whisperfoot the cougar, remember
ing the lessons Of his youth, turned
from the trail when he had first heard
step. He had crouched
and let her pass. She was walking
into the wind; and as she was at the
closest point a message had blown
back to him.
The hair went straight on his Shout
ders and along his spine. His blood,
running cold an instant before from
fear, made a great leap in his veins.
A picture came in his dark mind: the
chase for a deer when the moon had
set the stir of living thing that
broke twigs in the thickets, and the
leap he had made. There had been
blood, that night-the wildness and the
madness and the exultation of the kill.
Of course there had been terror first,
but the terror had soon departed and
left something lying warm and still
in the thickets. It was the same game
that walked his trail in frOnt-game
that died easily and yet, in a vague
way he did not understand, the
noblest game of all. It was living
flesh, to tear with talon and fang.
All his training, all the instincts i'm
bued in him by thousand generations
Of cougars who knew this greatest
fear, were simply obliterated by the
sudden violence of his hunting-mad-
ness. He had tasted this blood once,
and it could never be forgotten. The
fame leaped in his eyes. And then he
began the stalk.
A cougar, trying to creep silently
on it's game, does not move quickly. It
simply steals, as serpent steals
through the grass Whisperfoot stalked
for a period of five minutes, to learn
that the prey was farther away from
him at every step.
He trotted forward until he came
close. and again he stalked. Again he
found, after a few minutes of silent
creeping through the thickets, that he
had lost distance. Evidently this
game did not feed slowly, like the
Ger. 1t was to be a chase, then
Aga4n he trotted within one hundred
feet of the girl.
Three times more he tried to stalk
before he finally gave It up altogether.
This game was like the porcupine-
simply to be chased down and taken.
And in the case of all animals tina,
hunt their game by overtaking it.
there was no longer any occasion for
going silently. The thing to do was to
come close and spring from the trail
behind. !