There was not much wind. There was frost on the ground.He blew his breath and watched the vapor drift in the generaldirection of the orchard. He noted this and was not too wellpleased. He would have to go on down to Otter Run, up thatstream, climb the ridge and approach them from the rear inorder to have the wind in his favor.
It had rained some the day before yesterday and the forestfloor was damp which made for quiet walking. He traveled ata good clip until he turned up Otter Run. Here he braced hisbow, adjusted his arm guard and finger tab, nocked an arrow
and started up the stream. He was on the alert and executingthe Indian style of walking which he had been practicing allsummer. He was pleased with his speed and his supposedquietness. He blew his breath again and watched the vapordrift up the run. This was not good if a deer happened to bein this valley. He had, very cautiously, just turned a bendwhen he heard a snort and the stamp of a foot. He looked upto see a white flag fade in the woods. Had the deer gotten hisscent or had it heard him in spite of all his caution?
