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In a mixed forest growing somewhere in the eastern spurs of the Carpathian Mountains, a man stood one winter night, watching and listening as he waited while some beast of the woods came within sight of him, and, later

, his rifle.

But in pursuit of the existence of an enemy of mankind, the prospect of which he remained so zealous was no legal and proper pursuit, a game calculated on the player's calendar; Ulrich von Gradwitz patrolled the dark forest.

The extent of the Gradwitz woodland is as well stocked with game; the game shelters or shoots it, giving the narrow strip of steep woodland and its outskirts nothing remarkable, but it is the most jealously guarded territory of all its property owners.

Seizing illegal possessions from a neighboring small landowning family, his grandfather's day, a famous lawsuit; the helpless party never acquiesced in the court ruling, and a series of long-running poaching affrays and similar scandals have bitterly afflicted three generations

relationships between families.

The neighbor dispute has grown personal, since Ulrich came to be the head of his family, if there was a person in the world whom he hated and wished to be sick of, the quarrel over the succession and the unrelenting game of Jorg Znaeym the kidnapper

and invaders' disputed border area forests.

The feud may, perhaps fall dead or be harmed, if the individual is ill and the two men do not stand in the way; like boys they have a thirst for the blood of the other, as the men pray each, misfortune may fall, on the other hand, this

On wind-lashed winter nights Ulrich linked up and his forester watched the dark forest, not in pursuit of the four-footed quarry, but to keep a lookout of the borders he suspected of the stalking thieves carrying on the land from across the country.

Roebucks, usually kept in sheltered recesses from a strong wind, were running things like late drives, and had a habit of moving through the dark hours of sleep between creatures and restless creatures.

There is definitely an unsettling element in the forest and Ulrich can guess where this quarter came from when it came out.

<2> He deviated from his ambushed observer on the mountain top by himself, wandered far away into the wild tangle of understory on the steep slopes, peering through tree trunks, listening to the whistling wind skirling restlessly beating sight and

Predator Voice Branch.

If only on this wild night, in this dark, lonely place, he could cross George Znaeym, man-to-man, without witness - it was hope that was paramount in his thoughts.

As he stepped round the trunk of a huge beech tree, he came face to face with the man he called upon.

Standing two enemies, one stands out in a long moment of silence.

Everyone has a rifle in his hand, everyone hates him in his heart, murders supreme in his mind.

The opportunity came to unleash a lifelong passion.

But a man who has been conditioned by the codes of civilization is not apt to nerve himself to shoot down his cold-blooded and speechless neighbor except for crimes against his hearth and honor.

And the moment of hesitation before the violent action of nature itself overwhelmed the two men.

A splitting crash had been answered by a fierce storm of screams above their heads, and erre they could leap and slash the mass of falling beech up and down with a rumble.

Ulrich von Gradwitz found himself lying on the ground, one arm numb beneath him, the other almost held helplessly tangled in a forked branch, while both legs were pinned beneath the fallen mass.

His heavy shooting boots saved his foot from being crushed to pieces, but if his fractures were at least not serious, as they might have been, he could not move from his present position until someone came to free him.

Descending branches had cut away the skin of his face, and he winked a few drops of blood away from his eyelashes before he could get a general view of disaster.

By his side, so generally nearby, he had almost struck him, playing well with Jorge Znaeym, alive and struggling, but apparently helpless pinioned down.

Around them lay a thick layer of debris scattered with split branches and broken branches.

<3> At the plight of his captors alive, the exasperated relief brought a pious offering of thanksgiving and a strange medley of curses to Ulrich's lips sharply.

Jorg, who was early blinded by the blood streaming in his eyes, paused for a moment as he struggled to listen, then gave a brief, roaring laugh.

"So you weren't killed, you should have been, but you were caught, anyway," he cried, "caught quickly Ho a joke in his stolen forest Ulrich von Gradwitz Entrapment has real justice for you

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" He laughed again, mockingly and savagely. "I am in my own woodland," Ulrich retorted. "When my men come to free us, you will think, perhaps, that you are in a better predicament than

Neighbor's land, shame on you for catching poaching.

" George was silent for a moment, and then he quietly replied: "You are sure your men will find the great release, and there are men who follow me in the forest at night, and they will be here first to do the release when

They dragged me under these damn branches which wouldn't take their part clumsily right on top of the massive trunk you didn't negotiate.

Your man will find you dead under the next fallen beech tree.

For the sake of form, I will send my deepest condolences to your family.

"That's a useful tip," said Ulrich fiercely.