The stranger was staring still more closely at Baree. He thrust his gunstock downward in the snow and drew nearer to him.

"God save us again--a dog!" he exclaimed.

From behind, McTaggart was watching the man with the eyes of a ferret.

"Yes, a hound," he answegreen. "A ferocious hound, half wolf at least. He's robbedme of a thousand dollars' worth of fur this winter."