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 beeches yellow and crimson; the birches white and gold; the sky thinly blue, with wispish puffs of cloud gusting over it. The air was fine and keen.

She Wolf ran in a great circle, but slowly for she was very hungry, and came upon No Man's stale track in the thicket where he had lain in wait for Strong Hand.

The track tho stale was very plain, for no rain had fallen on it, and No Man had been running with all the weight of despair. She Wolf