About midday
`` I hurried back to where I had left my dogs , harnessed them in and , leaving the river-bank , travelled into the bush for a distance of about two miles ; there I tied them up , and then returned to the river by myself , coming out at a point somewhat nearer to the old man 's hut . I lay down behind a clump of trees and waited . Before day had come , I could hear that he was astir ; but he seemed to be almighty busy for a Keewatin trapper , who was only changing camp . About midday he had made his preparations , and , stamping out his fire , set out down-stream , in the direction of the Last Chance River . I knew that in half-an-hour he must come across my trail , and have his suspicions of the previous night confirmed . Sure enough , after he had passed my place of hiding and had got below me about three hundred yards , he struck my tracks . He pulled up sharply , and wheeled round , as if he could feel that my eyes were watching him ; he threw up his head like an old bull caribou scenting danger .