The Wendigo

tight besides. No sound but their voices and the soft roar of the flames made itself heard. Only, from time to time, something soft as t

speaking to break it rather than because he had anything to say, "for the Wendigo is sim

n' there's no misunderstandin' when you he

art came back to the forbidden subject

s of the animals, and so forth. And, once the victim hears that-he's off for good, of course! His most vulnerable points, moreover, are said to be the feet and the eyes; the f

o peer uneasily into the surrounding g

the friction, apparently caused by its tremendous velocity

lor on Hank's face that fascinated him most. He would willi

he tops of the trees, carrying its partner with it, an' then droppin' him jest as a fish hawk'll drop a pickerel to kill it before eatin'. An' its food, of all the muck in the whole Bush is-moss!" And he laughed a

ess, against the invasion of panic, against the admission reflection might bring that they were in an enemy's country-against anything, in fact, rather than allow their inmost thoughts to assume control. He himself, already initiated by the

rness and talked foolishly of the terrible and haunting legend. It was an unequal contest, all things considered, for the wilderness had already the advantage

expected fashion, by springing suddenly to his feet and letting out the most ear-shattering yell imaginable into the night. He could not contain hi

ueer, defiant laugh, "for it's my belief"-the sandwiched oaths may b

en his lips. Hank's face was ghastly, but Cathcart's showed a sudden weakness-a loosening of all his faculties, as it were. Then a momentary anger blazed into his eyes, and he too, th

s roaring voice, and as though in answer to it, something went past through the darkness of the sky overhead at terrific speed-something of necessity very large,

! Oh, oh! My feet of fire!

he did so with an instinctive movement of blind terror towards the protection of the tent, then halting in the act as though frozen. Simpson, alone

cken companions, he

e cry I heard-the

he cried aloud, "Défago, Défago!

nd of something dropping heavily between the trees, striking the branches on the way down, and landi

hunting knife in his belt. "And he's coming! He's coming!" he added, with an irrational laugh of horror, as the sounds of hea

even his eyes did not move. Hank, suffering shockingly, seemed on the verge again of violent action; yet did nothing. He, too, was hewn of stone. Like stricken children they seemed. The picture was hid