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Page 19
They went in.
Ahead of them Baree was running for his life. He sensed instinctively
the fact that these wonderful two-legged beings he had looked upon were
all-powerful. And they were after him! He could hear them. Nepeese was
following almost as swiftly as he could run. Suddenly he turned into a
cleft between two great rocks. Twenty feet in, his way was barred, and
he ran back. When he darted out, straight up the canyon, Nepeese was
not a dozen yards behind him, and he saw Pierrot almost at her side.
The Willow gave a cry.
"Mana--mana--there he is!"
She caught her breath, and darted into a copse of young balsams where
Baree had disappeared. Like a great entangling web her loose hair
impeded her in the brush, and with an encouraging cry to Pierrot she
stopped to gather it over her shoulder as he ran past her. She lost
only a moment or two, and then once again was after him. Fifty yards
ahead of her Pierrot gave a warning shout. Baree had turned. Almost in
the same breath he was tearing over his back trail, directly toward the
Willow. He did not see her in time to stop or swerve aside, and Nepeese
flung herself down in his path. For an instant or two they were
together. Baree felt the smother of her hair, and the clutch of her
hands. Then he squirmed away and darted again toward the blind end of
the canyon.
Nepeese sprang to her feet. She was panting--and laughing. Pierrot came
back wildly, and the Willow pointed beyond him.
"I had him--and he didn't bite!" she said, breathing swiftly. She still
pointed to the end of the canyon, and she said again: "I had him--and
he didn't bite me, Nootawe!"
That was the wonder of it. She had been reckless--and Baree had not
bitten her! It was then, with her eyes shining at Pierrot, and the
smile fading slowly from her lips, that she spoke softly the word
"Baree," which in her tongue meant "the wild dog"--a little brother of
the wolf.
"Come," cried Pierrot, "or we will lose him!"
Pierrot was confident. The canyon had narrowed. Baree could not get
past them unseen. Three minutes later Baree came to the blind end of
the canyon--a wall of rock that rose straight up like the curve of a
dish. Feasting on fish and long hours of sleep had fattened him, and he
was half winded as he sought vainly for an exit. He was at the far end
of the dishlike curve of rock, without a bush or a clump of grass to
hide him, when Pierrot and Nepeese saw him again. Nepeese made straight
toward him. Pierrot, foreseeing what Baree would do, hurried to the
left, at right angles to the end of the canyon.
In and out among the rocks Baree sought swiftly for a way of escape. In
a moment more he had come to the "box," or cup of the canyon. This was
a break in the wall, fifty or sixty feet wide, which opened into a
natural prison about an acre in extent. It was a beautiful spot. On all
sides but that leading into the coulee it was shut in by walls of rock.
At the far end a waterfall broke down in a series of rippling cascades.
The grass was thick underfoot and strewn with flowers. In this trap
Pierrot had got more than one fine haunch of venison. From it there was
no escape, except in the face of his rifle. He called to Nepeese as he
saw Baree entering it, and together they climbed the slope.
Baree had almost reached the edge of the little prison meadow when
suddenly he stopped himself so quickly that he fell back on his
haunches and his heart jumped up into his throat.
Full in his path stood Wakayoo, the huge black bear!
For perhaps a half-minute Baree hesitated between the two perils. He
heard the voices of Nepeese and Pierrot. He caught the rattle of stones
under their feet. And he was filled with a great dread. Then he looked
at Wakayoo. The big bear had not moved an inch. He, too, was listening.
But to him there was a thing more disturbing than the sounds he heard.
It was the scent which he caught in the air--the man scent.
Baree, watching him, saw his head swing slowly even as the footsteps of
Nepeese and Pierrot became more and more distinct. It was the first
time Baree had ever stood face to face with the big bear. He had
watched him fish; he had fattened on Wakayoo's prowess; he had held him
in splendid awe. Now there was something about the bear that took away
his fear and gave him in its place a new and thrilling confidence.
Wakayoo, big and powerful as he was, would not run from the two-legged
creatures who pursued him! If Baree could only get past Wakayoo he was
safe!
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