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The second day there was a snowfall, and the third morning Quonab said, "Now seem like good time." The first trap was untouched, but there was clearly the track of a large fox within ten yards of it. The second was gone. Quonab said, with surprise in his voice, "Deer!" Yes, truly, there was the record.
The fourth day should have brought them to Ogdensburg, but they were still far off; how far they could only guess, for they had not come across a house or a settler. Ogdensburg The same blizzard was raging on the next day when Skookum gave unequivocal sign talk that he smelled something. It is always well to find out what stirs your dog. Quonab looked hard at Skookum.
Rolf stared, then said, "I believe he means it"; and followed the lower trail. Very soon he came to another scrape, and, just beyond it, found the new, velvet-covered antler of a buck, raw and bloody, and splintered at the base. From this on, the task was easier, as there were no other tracks, and this was pointing steadily down hill. Soon Quonab came striding along.
From Albany he went to New York, in the world of business and men's affairs; and at last in Washington, his tall, manly figure was well known, and his good common-sense and clean business ways were respected. Yet each year during hunting time he managed to spend a few weeks with Quonab in the woods.
He followed, and a dozen feet away found the next hoof marks and on them a bright-red stain; on and another splash; and more and shortening bounds, till one hundred yards away yes, there it lay; the round, gray form, quite dead, shot through the heart. Rolf gave a long, rolling war cry and got an answer from a point that was startlingly near, and Quonab stepped from behind a tree.
But there was one thing that Rolf did think of he had no right to live in Quonab's lodge without contributing a fair share of the things needful. Quonab got his living partly by hunting, partly by fishing, partly by selling baskets, and partly by doing odd jobs for the neighbours.
Skookum tied safely to his purgatorial post whined indignantly and with head cocked on one side, picked out the very hen he would like to utilize as soon as released from his temporary embarrassment. Quonab went out on a rock to bum some tobacco and pray for calm, and Rolf, ever active, followed Van to look over the stock and buildings, and hear of minor troubles.
In ten minutes there was a sharp "yap, yap," and Skookum bounded out of the woods to leap and bark around Rolf, as though he knew all about it; while a few minutes later, came Quonab striding. "Ho, boy," he said, with a quiet smile, and took Rolf's hand. "Ugh! That was good," and he nodded to the smoke fire. "I knew you were in trouble." "Yes," and Rolf pointed to the swollen ankle.
It is always so, every one the first time. You go again to-morrow and you get your deer." Rolf made no reply. So Quonab ventured, "You want me to go?" That settled it for Rolf; his pride was touched. "No; I'll go again in the morning." In the dew time he was away once more on the hunting trail. There was no wind, but the southwest was the likeliest to spring up.
But a week went by and Quonab, passing through Myanos, learned, first, that Rolf had been seen tramping northward on the road to Dumpling Pond, and was now supposed to be back in Redding; second, that Micky Kittering was lodged in jail under charge of horse-stealing and would certainly get a long sentence; third, that his wife had gone back to her own folks at Norwalk, and the house was held by strangers.
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