With his head hunched low he travelled steadily northward, and a compass could not have marked out a straighter line for the lower waters of the Skeena.

He was tremendously businesslike, and Muskwa, tagging bravely along behind, wondered if he were never going to stop; if there could be anything in the whole wide world finer for a big grizzly and a little tan-faced cub than these wonderful sunlit slopes which Thor seemed in such great haste to leave..