Instinctively the cub hugged the edge of the path, and in doing so slipped over the edge.

By the time he had scrambled up again Porky was four or five feet beyond him and totally absorbed in his travel.
The adventure of the sheep-trail was not yet quite over, for scarcely had Porky maneuvered himself to safety when around the edge of the big boulder above appeared a badger, hot on the fresh and luscious scent of his favourite dinner, a porcupine.

This worthless outlaw of the mountains was three times as large as Muskwa, and every ounce of him was fighting muscle and bone and claw and sharp teeth.

He had a white mark on his nose and forehead; his legs were short and thick; his tail was bushy, and the claws on his front feet were almost as long as a bear's.

Thor greeted him with an immediate growl of warning, and the badger scooted back up the trail in fear of his life.
Meanwhile Porky lumbered slowly along in quest of new feeding-grounds, talking and singing to himself, forgetting entirely what had happened a minute or two before, and unconscious of the fact that Thor had saved him from a death as certain as though he had fallen over a thousand-foot precipice.
For nearly a mile Thor and Muskwa followed the Bighorn Highway before its winding course brought them at last to the very top of the range.