"Three down below--and one up there!" He was silent for a moment, and then said: "I can't understand it, Bruce.

They've cornered fifty bears for us, and until to-day we've never lost a dog." Bruce was looping a buckskin thong about Muskwa's middle, making of it a sort of handle by which he could carry the cub as he would have conveyed a pail of water or a slab of bacon.

He stood up, and Muskwa dangled at the end of his string.
"We've run up against a killer," he said.

"An' a meat-killin' grizzly is the worst animal on the face of the earth when it comes to a fight or a hunt.

The dogs'll never hold 'im, Jimmy, an' if it don't get dark pretty soon there won't none of the bunch come back.