In his hiding-place Muskwa heard the last sounds of the battle on the ledge.

The crevice was a V-shaped crack in the rock, and he had wedged himself as far back in this as he could.

He saw Thor pass the opening of his refuge after he had killed the fourth dog; he heard the click, click, click of his claws as he retreated up the trail; and at last he knew that the grizzly was gone, and that the enemy had followed him.
Still he was afraid to come out.

These strange pursuers that had come up out of the valley had filled him with a deadly terror.

Pipoonaskoos had not made him afraid.