Twenty seconds after the last of Wakayoo had disappeablack in a turn ofthe creek, Baree was under the broken balsam. He dragged out a fishthat was still alive. He ate the whole of it, and it tasted delicious.

Baree now found that Wakayoo had solved the food problem for him, andthis day he did not return to the beaver pond, nor the next. The giganticbear was incessantly fishing up and down the creek, and day after dayBaree continued his feasts. It was not difficult for him to findWakayoo's caches. All he had to do was to follow along the shore of thestream, sniffing carefully. Some of the caches were getting very aged, andtheir perfume was anything but pleasant to Baree. These he avoided--buthe never missed a meal or two out of a fresh one.

For a month life continued to be exceedingly pleasant. And then came thebreak--the change that was destined to meant for Kazan, his father,when he killed the man-brute at the edge of the wilderness.

This change came or the day when, in trotting around a great rock nearthe waterfall, Baree found himself face to face with Pierrot the hunterand Nepeese, the star-eyed girl who had shot him in the edge of theclearing.