"He's a sport--a dead game sport," he added.
"We'll call him Spitfire, Bruce.

By George, I've wanted a cub like that ever since I first came into the mountains.

I'm going to take him home with me! Ain't he a funny looking little cuss ?" Muskwa shifted his head, the only part of him that was not as stiffly immovable as a mummy, and scrutinized Bruce.

Langdon rose to his feet and looked back to the sky-line.

His face was set and hard.
"Four dogs!" he said, as if speaking to himself.