'Tis the Season to Run,' Said Philip.

The trail turned abruptly from its easterly course to a point of the compass due north. The stranger had evidently stood for several minutes at this point, which was close to the blasted stub of a dead spruce. Here is where he took a new bearing and a chew of tobacco,. And there's no snow in his tracks. By george, i don't believe he's got more than half an hour's start of us.

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