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He lay unconscious, head and face battered, the blood from his wounds staining the snow. The man-hunters had come into the wilderness prepared for emergencies. Jessie McRae had prepared a small medicine case as a present for the constable. Morse ran to the sled and found this. He unrolled bandages and after he had washed the wounds bound them. As he was about to examine the arm, he glanced up.
He had become almost uncannily expert in all the finesse and trickery of his craft of hunting human game, and he knew what the man-hunters would do and what they would not do. He had them checkmated at the start. And, besides with Kedsty, O'Connor, and himself gone the Landing was short-handed just at present. There was an enormous satisfaction in that.
Soon a group came along the drove which promised fresh sport to the man-hunters: but as the foremost person came up, Ivo stopped in wonder at the shout of, "Ivo! Ivo Taillebois! Halt and have a care! The English are risen, and we are all dead men!" The words were spoken in French; and in French Ivo answered, laughing,
And leaving her there, alone, we set out after the white-skinned brutes who had destroyed her. Only a blizzard saved them, Kent. Their trail was fresh when the storm came. Had it held off another two hours, I, too, would have killed. "From that day Donald and I became man-hunters. We traced the back trail of the three fiends and discovered who they were.
For months unnumbered, he spent every Sunday patroling the woods and thickets of northern New York and Westchester county, usually accompanied by John J. Rose and Rudolph Bell of the Zoological Park force, for whom appointments as deputy game wardens had been secured from the State. The adventures of that redoubtable trio of man-hunters would make an interesting chapter.
Together, crawling on their bellies like dusty puff-adders of the Sahara itself, the three companions in arms American, French, Arab slid out of the shallow trench, and in the gloom were lost to sight of the beleaguered Flying Legion. Their mission of death, death to the Beni Harb or to themselves, had begun. In utter silence, moving only a foot at a time, the trio of man-hunters advanced.
The others bent their heads, and presently they too heard the sound that had reached the keener sense of the warrior a rhythmical beat and hum made by many paddles as the man-hunters, who had hidden behind the island, were dashing forward in hot haste to catch the Okapi, which they expected would be landing its crew.
These were no longer to be seen, but their bones were still visible, scattered over the plain, and already bleached white. The wolves, vultures, and bears, had prepared them for that. The man-hunters at length reached their destination; and, having led their horses in among the loose boulders, fastened them securely.
I'm making the charge, and you're doing all the talking. There's no defense in the case. You've you've just got to listen, and accept the sentence. Guess this isn't a court of men just women. Now, we're man-hunters. That's how we started, and that's what I am still. We've been five years at it, with what result? I'll just tell you.
Echoing across the heath, an agonised shriek rang on their ears, drowned by the snarling as of wild beasts. Lying on its back on the river bank, head and shoulders in the shallow stream, the man-hunters found but a frail, mutilated body that had once been the wandering old minstrel. This was what gave rise to the legend of the Grey Man of Bellister.
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