“IfIcouldonlySEEsomething——somebody，“hemuttered，asheheldthecockedrifleready，“I——I’dshowhim。“
Hereturnedtocamp。Cribbenswassnoring。Theburrohadcomedowntothestreamforitsmorningdrink。Themulewasawakeandbrowsing。McTeaguestoodirresolutelybythecoldashesofthecamp-fire，lookingfromsidetosidewithallthesuspicionandwarinessofatrackedstag。Strongerandstrongergrewthestrangeimpulse。ItseemedtohimthatonthenextinstantheMUSTperforcewheelsharplyeastwardandrushawayheadlonginaclumsy，lumberinggallop。Hefoughtagainstitwithalltheferociousobstinacyofhissimplebrutenature。
“Go，andleavethemine？Goandleaveamilliondollars？No，NO，Iwon’tgo。No，I’llstay。Ah，“heexclaimed，underhisbreath，withashakeofhishugehead，likeanexasperatedandharassedbrute，“ah，showyourself，willyou？“Hebroughttherifletohisshoulderandcoveredpointafterpointalongtherangeofhillstothewest。
“Comeon，showyourself。Comeonalittle，allofyou。I
ain’tafraidofyou；butdon’tskulkthisway。Youain’tgoingtodrivemeawayfrommymine。I’mgoingtostay。“