"What is it?" the girl asked, her face white with fear.

"Kitty no say now," was the reply. "See bimeby."

And as they waited and listened with fast-beating hearts, another
report echoed through the forest, and then all was still.

"Sam shoot," Kitty explained. "Come."

Hurrying forward, they soon reached the valley, and ere long they saw
Sam bending over some object. Nearby was a large moose, with its great
body and branching antlers half buried in the snow. But to this Sam
gave no heed. His attention was centred upon a human being, moaning
and writhing in pain. Jean saw at once that it was a man, with white
hair and long, flowing beard. With a cry she rushed forward and knelt
by his side.

"Are you hurt?" she asked in a tremulous voice.

At this question the man started, lifted his head, and looked curiously
at the girl. An expression of defiance glowed in his eyes, which
caused Jean to wonder.

"Are you hurt?" she repeated. "Can we help you?"

"Am I hurt?" the man growled. "Do I look hurt?"

These words instead of frightening the girl only tended to make her
somewhat angry. She wished to do what she could to help the man, but
she did not like his sarcasm. It was altogether uncalled for, so she