And then he heard another voice; and this voice, too, was far lessterrible than many sounds he had listened to in the jungles.

"We cannot find him, Nepeese," the voice was saying. "He has crawledoff to die. It is too bad. Come."

Where Baree had stood in the edge of the open Pierrot paused andpointed to a birch sapling that had been cut dean off by the Willow'sbullet. Nepeese comprehended. The sapling, no larger than her thumb, hadturned her shot a trifle and had saved Baree from instant death. Sheturned again, and called:

"Uchimoo--Uchimoo--Uchimoo!"