ill I must make them go."

He snatched a long brand from the fire, and whirling it around his head,
and shouting at the same time, he dashed toward an old dead tree some
distance away. Two stump-tailed, tuft-eared animals, uttering loud
ferocious screams, leaped from the boughs and tore away through the
thickets, terror stabbing at their hearts, as the circling flame of red
pursued them. Tayoga returned laughing.

"They will run and they will run," he said, throwing down his brand.

"You don't give 'em much chance to see us, Tayoga," said the hunter.
"Since we're on exhibition tonight you might have let 'em look and
admire a while longer."

"So I could, Great Bear, but I do not like the lynx. Its habits are
unpleasant, and its scream is harsh. Hence, I drove the two of them
away."

"I suppose you're right. I don't dare care much about 'em either. Now
we'll rest and see what other visitors come to admire."

Tayoga sat down again. Their packs were put in a neat heap near the
three, Robert's and Willet's swords, and Tayoga's bow and arrows in
their case resting on the top. Robert threw more wood on the fire, and
contentedly watched the great, glowing circle of light extend its
circumference.

"We knew we'd find peace and rest here," said Willet, "but we didn't
know we'd be watched and admired like people on the stage at a theater."

"Have you seen many plays, Dave?" asked Robert.

"A lot, especially in London at Drury Lane and other theaters."

"And so you know London, as well as Paris?"

"Well, yes, I've been there. Some day, Robert, I'll tell you more about
both Paris and London and why I happened to be in such great cities,
but not now. We'll keep our minds on the forest, which is worth our
attention. Don't you hear a tread approaching, Tayoga?"

"Yes, Great Bear, and it's very heavy. A lord of the forest is coming."

"A moose, think you, Tayoga?"

"Yes, Great Bear, a mighty bull, one far beyond the common size. I can
tell by his tread, and I think he is angry, or he would not march so
boldly toward the fire."

"Then," said the hunter, "we'd better stand up, and be ready with our
weapons. I've no wish to be trodden to death by a mad bull moose, just
when I'm feeling so happy and so contented with the world."

"The Great Bear's advice is good," said Tayoga, and the three took it.
The approaching tread grew heavier, and the largest moose that Robert
had ever seen, pushing his way through the bushes, sto