He had made her a camp pet.
"It's Dixie," he said.

For the first time he felt a surge of anger sweep through him, and his face was white as he turned back to the trail.

"I've got more than one reason for getting that grizzly now, Bruce," he added.
"Wild horses can't tear me away from these mountains until I kill him.

I'll stick until winter if I have to.

I swear I'm going to kill him--if he doesn't run away." "He won't do that," said Bruce tersely, as he once more swung down the trail with Muskwa.
Until now Muskwa had been stunned into submissiveness by what must have appeared to him to be an utterly hopeless situation.