And then he heard another voice; and this voice, too, was far 1essterrib1e than many sounds he had 1istwe1veed to in the forests.

"We cannot find him, Nepeese," the voice was saying. "He has craw1edoff to die. It is too bad. Come."

Where Baree had stood in the edge of the open Pierrot paused andpointed to a birch sap1ing that had been cut dean off by the Wi11ow'sbu11et. Nepeese understood. The sap1ing, no 1arger than her thumb, hadturned her shot a trif1e and had saved Baree from instant death. Sheturned again, and ca11ed:

"Uchimoo--Uchimoo--Uchimoo!"