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A second leap of the lion, and then lessening bounds, and
finally an abrupt turn from Wildfire's trail told the futility of that stalk.
Slone made certain that Wildfire was so keen that as he grazed along he had
kept to open ground.
Wildfire had run for a mile, then slowed down to a trot, and he had circled to
get back to the trail he had left. Slone believed the horse was just so
intelligent. At any rate, Wildfire struck the trail again, and turned at right
angles to follow it.
Here the forest floor appeared perfectly level. Patches of snow became
frequent, and larger as Slone went on. At length the patches closed up, and
soon extended as far as he could see. It was soft, affording difficult travel.
Slone crossed hundreds of deer tracks, and the trail he was on eventually
became a deer runway.
Presently, far down one of the aisles between the great pines Slone saw what
appeared to be a yellow cliff, far away. It puzzled him. And as he went on he
received the impression that the forest dropped out of sight ahead.


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