into the forest, and vanished among the tree-trunks in the direction of his traps. Next moment a dull, heavy thud resounded through the forest, ringing out clearly at first, and then echoing more faintly under the canopy of trees, until it died softly away in the dark abysses of the taiga.
Makar's heart leapt—a trap had fallen!
He sprang toward the sound, pushing his way through the undergrowth. The icy twigs whipped his eyes and showered snow in his face; he stumbled and lost his breath.
At last he ran into a clearing that he himself had made. Hoary white trees surrounded the little glade, and a shrinking path crept across it, with the mouth of a large trap guarding its farther end. A few steps more and—
Suddenly, the figure of a man appeared on the path near the trap appeared and vanished. Makar recognised Aliosha. He saw distinctly his short, massive, stooping form and his walk like a bear's. His dark face looked blacker than he had ever seen it, Makar thought, and his large teeth showed in a wider grin than ever.
Makar was seized with genuine anger. "The scoundrel! He has been at my traps!" It was true that Makar had just made the round of Aliosha's traps, but that was a different matter. The difference was that when he visited other men's traps he felt afraid of being discovered, but when others came
