The moon rose higher and higher in the night sky, shedding a white,
clear, bright light over the snow-clad earth.
He knew that the animal was watching his every movement closely, as each
time he shifted his position brought a savage growl from the bear, which
was circling round and round the tree, eying him intently.
For long hours this lasted, until the half frozen man, hanging on for
dear life to the upper branches of the sapling, thought he should go
mad.
With the coming of daylight the bear changed his tactics, lying down
directly under the tree, still eying his prey with his small, beady,
expectant eyes, as though measuring the time that his victim could hold
out.
The daylight grew stronger; slowly in the eastern horizon the red sun
rose, gilding the white, glistening snow with its rosy light.
Hour by hour it climbed the blue azure height, crossed the zenith, and
then slowly sank behind the western hills, heralding the oncoming of
another night.
Still the brute, with almost incredible cunning, sat in the same
position under the tree, watching Halloran's every move.
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