out all other trails。 After about half a mile they led him to an
open ravine； and as he reached its brow he saw across it a flash
of white； then his keen young eyes made out the forms of a Deer
and a spotted Fawn gazing at him curiously。 Though on their trail
he was not a little startled。 He gazed at them open…mouthed。 The
mother turned and raised the danger flag； her white tail； and
bounded lightly away； to be followed by the youngster； clearing
low trunks with an effortless leap； or bending down with catlike
suppleness when they came to a log upraised so that they might
pass below。
He never again got a chance to shoot at them； though more than
once he saw the same two tracks； or believed they were the same；
as for some cause never yet explained； Deer were scarcer in that
unbroken forest than they were in later years when clearings
spread around。
He never again saw them； but he saw the mother oncehe thought
it was the sameshe was searching the woods with her nose；
trying the ground for trails； she was nervous and anxious；
evidently seeking。 Thor remembered a trick that Corney had told
him。 He gently stooped； took up a broad blade of grass； laid it
between the edges of his thumbs； then blowing through this simple
squeaker he made a short； shrill bleat； a fair imitation of a
Fawn's cry for the mother； and the Deer； though a long way off；
came bounding toward him。 He snatched his gun； meaning to kill
her； but the movement caught her eye。 She stopped。 Her mane
bristled a little； she sniffed and looked inquiringly at him。 Her
big soft eyes touched his heart； held back his hand； she took a
cautious step nearer； got a full whiff of her mortal enemy；
bounded behind a big tree and away before his merciful impulse
was gone。 〃Poor thing；〃 said Thor； 〃I believe she has lost her
little one。〃
Yet once more the Boy met a Lynx in the woods。 Half an hour after
seeing the lonely Deer he crossed the long ridge that lay some
miles north of the shanty。 He had passed the glade where the
great basswood lay when a creature like a big bob…tailed Kitten
appeared and looked innocently at him。 His gun went up； as usual；
but the Kitten merely cocked its head on one side and fearlessly
surveyed him。 Then a second one that he had not noticed before
began to play with the first； pawing at its tail and inviting its
brother to tussle。
Thor's first thought to shoot was stayed as he watched their
gambols； but the remembrance of his feud with their race came
back。 He had almost raised the gun when a fierce rumble close at
hand gave him a start； and there； not ten feet from him； stood
the old one； looking big and fierce as a Tigress。 It was surely
folly to shoot at the young ones now。 The boy nervously dropped
some buckshot on the charge while the snarling growl rose and
fell； but before he was ready to shoot at her the old one had
picked up something that was by her feet； the boy got a glimpse
of rich brown with white spotsthe limp form of a newly killed
Fawn。 Then she passed out of sight。 The Kittens followed； and he
saw her no more until the time when； life against life； they were
weighed in the balance together。
IV
THE TERROR OF THE WOODS
Six weeks had passed in daily routine when one day the young
giant seemed unusually quiet as he went about。 His handsome face
was very sober and he sang not at all that morning。
He and Thor slept on a hay…bunk in one corner of the main room；
and that night the Boy awakened more than once to hear his
companion groaning and tossing in his sleep。 Corney arose as
usual in the morning and fed the horses； but lay down again while
the sisters got breakfast。 He roused himself by an effort and
went back to work； but came home early。 He was trembling from
head to foot。 It was hot summer weather； but he could not be kept
warm。 After several hours a reaction set in and Corney was in a
high fever。 The family knew well now that he had the dreaded
chills and fever of the backwoods。 Margat went out and gathered a
lapful of pipsissewa to make tea； of which Corney was encouraged
to drink copiously。
But in spite of all their herbs and nursing the young man got
worse。 At the end of ten days he was greatly reduced in flesh and
incapable of work； so on one of the 〃well days〃 that are usual in
the course of the disease he said：
〃Say； gurruls； I can't stand it no longer。 Guess I better go
home。 I'm well enough to drive to…day； for a while anyway； if I'm
took down I'll lay in the wagon； and the horses will fetch me
home。 Mother'll have me all right in a week or so。 If you run out
of grub before I come back take the canoe to Ellerton's。〃
So the girls harnessed the horses； the wagon was partly filled
with hay； and Corney； weak and white…faced； drove away on the
long rough road； and left them feeling much as though they were
on a desert island and their only boat had been taken from them。
Half a week had scarcely gone before all three of them； Margat；
Loo； and Thor； were taken down with a yet more virulent form of
chills and fever。
Corney had had every other a 〃well day；〃 but with these three
there were no 〃well days〃 and the house became an abode of
misery。
Seven days passed； and now Margat could not leave her bed and Loo
was barely able to walk around the house。 She was a brave girl
with a fund of drollery which did much toward keeping up all
their spirits； but her merriest jokes fell ghastly from her wan；
pinched face。 Thor； though weak and ill； was the strongest and
did for the others； cooking and serving each day a simple meal；
for they could eat very little； fortunately； perhaps； as there
was very little； and Corney could not return for another week。
Soon Thor was the only one able to rise； and one morning when he
dragged himself to cut the little usual slice of their treasured
bacon he found； to his horror； that the whole piece was gone。 It
had been stolen； doubtless by some wild animal； from the little
box on the shady side of the house； where it was kept safe from
flies。 Now they were down to flour and tea。 He was in despair；
when his eye lighted on the Chickens about the stable； but what's
the use？ In his feeble state he might as well try to catch a Deer
or a Hawk。 Suddenly he remembered his gun and very soon was
preparing a fat Hen for the pot。 He boiled it whole as the
easiest way to cook it； and the broth was the first really
tempting food they had had for some time。
They kept alive for three wretched days on that Chicken； and when
it was finished Thor again took down his gunit seemed a much
heavier gun now。 He crawled to the barn； but he was so weak and
shaky that he missed several times before he brought down a fowl。
Corney had taken the rifle away with him and three charges of gun
ammunition were all that now remained。
Thor was surprised to see how few Hens there were now； only three
or four。 There used to be over a dozen。 Three days later he made
another raid。 He saw but one Hen and he used up his last
ammunition to get that。
His daily routine now was a monotony of horror。 In the morning；
which was his 〃well time；〃 he prepared a little food for the
household and got ready for the night of raging fever by putting
a bucket of water on a block at the head of each bunk。 About one
o'clock； with fearful regularity； the chills would come on； with
trembling from head to foot and chattering teeth； and cold； cold；
within and without。 Nothing seemed to give any warmthfire
seemed to have lost its power。 There was nothing to do but to lie
and shake and suffer all the slow torture of freezing to death
and shaking to pieces。 For six hours it would keep up； and to the
torture； nausea lent its horrid aid throughout； then about seven
or eight o'clock in the evening a change would come； a burning
fever set in； no ice could have seemed cool to him then；
waterwaterwas all he craved； and drank and drank until three
or four in the morning； when the fever would abate； and a sleep
of total exhaustion followed。
〃If you run out of food take the canoe to Ellerton's；〃 was the
brother's last word。 Who was to take the canoe？
There was but half a Chicken now between them and starvation； and
no sign of Corney。
For three interminable weeks the deadly program dragged along。 It
went on the same yet worse； as the sufferers grew weakera few
days more and the Boy also would be unable to leave his couch。
Then what？
Despair was on the house and the silent cry of each was； 〃Oh；
God！ will Corney never come？〃
V
THE HOME OF THE BOY
On the day of that last Chicken； Thor was all morning carrying
water enough for the coming three fevers。 The chill attacked him
sooner than it was due and his fever was worse than ever before。
He drank deeply and often from the bucket at his head。 He had
filled it； and it was nearly emptied when about two in the
morning the fever left him and he fell asleep。
In the gray dawn he was awakened by a curious sound not far
awaya splashing of water。 He turned his head to see two glaring
eyes within a foot of his facea great Beast lapping the water
in the bucket by his bed。
Thor gazed in horror for a moment； then closed his eyes； sure
that he was dreaming； certain that this was a nightmare of India
with a Tiger by his couch； but the lapping continued。 He looked
up； yes； it still was there。 He tried to find his voice but
uttered only a gurgle。 The great furry head quivered； a sniff
came from below the shining eyeballs； and the creature； whatever
it was； dropped to its front feet and went across the hut under
the table。 Thor was fully awake now； he rose slowly on his elbow
and feebly shouted 〃Sssh…hi；〃 at which the shining eyes
reappeared under the table and the gray form came forth。 Calmly
it walked across the ground and glided under the lowest log at a
place where an old potato pit left an opening and disappeared。
What was it？ The sick boy hardly knewsome savage Beast of prey；
undoubtedly。 He was totally unnerved。 He shook with fear and a
sense of helplessness； and the night passed in fitful sleep and
sudden starts awake to search the gloom again for those fearful
eyes and the great gray gliding form。 In the morning he did not
know whether it wer