Langdon bent over the dog the grizzly had decapitated.
"This is Biscuits," he said.

"And we always thought she was the one coward of the bunch.

The other two are Jane and Tober; old Fritz is up on the summit.

Three of the best dogs we had, Bruce!" Bruce was looking over the ledge.

He pointed downward.
"There's another--pitched clean off the face o' the mount'in!" he gasped.
"Jimmy, that's five!" Langdon's fists were clenched tightly as he stared over the edge of the precipice.