They were now in York State, but that did not by any means imply
that they were beyond pursuit.
As the sun rose high, Rolf went forth with his bow and blunt
arrows, and then, thanks largely to Skookum, he succeeded in
knocking over a couple of squirrels, which, skinned and roasted,
made their dinner that day. At night they set out as before,
making about ten miles. The third night they did better, and the
next day being Sunday, they kept out of sight. But Monday
morning, bright and clear, although it was the first morning when
they were sure of being missed, they started to tramp openly
along the highway, with a sense of elation that they had not
hitherto known on the joumey. Two things impressed Rolf by their
novelty: the curious stare of the country folk whose houses and
teams they passed, and the violent antagonism of the dogs.
Usually the latter could be quelled by shaking a stick at them,
or by pretending to pick up a stone, but one huge and savage
brindled mastiff kept following and barking just out of stick
range, and managed to give Skookum a mauling, until Quonab drew
his bow and let fly a blunt arrow that took the brute on the end
of the nose, and sent him howl- ing homeward, while Skookum got a
few highly satisfactory nips at the enemy's rear.
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