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bone, took up the back-trail at the trot.
The going was easier in the forest and more secure, for there the rain had not fallen so violently, and the tracks were still visible—his own tracks and the tracks of those feet which would not press into moss any more. He went on all that day, and the next night.
He came at length to the place where he had left Dawn, but she was not there. He knew that she would not
