'We can track it to its lair now the snow is lying here, said Old Luis. 'But we don't know what it is. We thought it best to get help.'
'At first light its time has come,' the nevados promised. 'Whatever it is.' They were strong men, and numbered nearly a dozen. In the warmth of the night cave, the mysterious creature could not have been too large for them, or too appalling. The hugest wolf that ever walked would have disappointed them.
In the morning the tracks were clear to see. The thing had taken another lamb in the night, as expected. About every three days it was raiding the flocks; but the night before last, when it had bitten through the net, it had left its prey behind. That it would be hungry was predictable. And though the shepherds had searched for it in vain for nearly the whole of their two weeks in the high pastures, the snowfall had entrapped the creature better than the net - it could be followed easily now.