It was while he was sitting in the gathering gloom watching this bit of highway, that the marvellous thing happened. Just by the corner of the house was a black patch on the snow,--the hind legs and tail of the poor deceased Poacher. The fore part of the body was beyond his vision. Dillson had no particular dislike for the spectacle. A dead dog was a more pleasant sight than a living one to him, and he was just wondering whom he would get to remove the animal, when he imagined that he saw the tail move.