"He must be just down the way there," Karsten whispered hoarsely after they had gone for some distance into the woods.
"Shush," whispered Thurman, attempting to quiet his companion.
The path made a slight turn just beyond them, and when they had rounded it, they saw a thick clump of bushes ahead. Through the green-and-brown pattern of the leaves they could see brief patches of pale white.
"That's it," whispered Karsten. Thurman nodded and pulled out his whistle. He gave a long, silent blast on it that he could hear only as a sharp rasping noise from the tiny plug he wore in one ear.
The two hunters stood quietly, waiting, their faces filled with expectation. After a few brief moments, Thurman turned to his hunting partner. "No answer. We must have spotted him first."
"Good," said Karsten. "Let's go get him."
They had no more than started towards their quarry when they saw a sudden movement in the bushes. The white patches disappeared, and they could hear the sound of running feet.
"Damn!" said Karsten loudly. "He must have heard us."
Thurman smiled. "It's better this way, Bill. I rather like tracking them down. Don't you?"
"Well, its kind of a bother, as far as I'm concerned. Especially so soon after eating," Karsten said. But he followed quickly behind as Thurman set off in pursuit.