“‘Yes,’ said the Dean, holding his breath to listen.
“Again the strange sound was repeated.
“‘Is it the wind?’
“‘How can it be? the wind does not make a noise like that!’
“‘Can it be a bear?’
“‘No! it cannot be a bear!’
“‘A fox? perhaps it is a fox!’
“‘No, listen! there it is again.’
“The sound was louder now, and nearer to the hut. Again and again it was repeated,—nearer now and more constant; then a footfall on the crusted snow.
“‘It is a man! the bear-hunter has come back again!’ spoke the Dean, throwing up his hands.