king to take Lightfoot's life, and Lightfoot seeking to save it. The experience of other years had taught Lightfoot much of the ways of hunters and not one of the th

en trained to notice little things could have done it. You see, there was no snow, and only now and then, when he had stepped on a bit of soft ground, had Lightfoot left a footprint. But

"I thought as much," he muttered. "He heard that pesky Jay and circled around so as to get my scent.

d trail, and in a few moments he found just what he expec

t you cannot get my scent. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you're back right where you started from, behind that old windfall.

was. But there was no sound and after a little Lightfoot began to move on. He didn't dare remain still, lest the hunter should creep up within shooting distance. There was only one direction in which it was safe for Lightfoot to move, and that was the direction from which the Me