Muskwa could not even kick an objection.
"A couple of husky hunters we are," said Langdon then.

"Come out for a grizzly and end up with that!" He looked at the cub.

Muskwa was eying him so earnestly that Langdon sat in mute wonder for a moment, and then slowly took his pipe from his mouth and stretched out a hand.
"Cubby, cubby, nice cubby," he cajoled softly.
Muskwa's tiny ears were perked forward.

His bright eyes were like glass.
Bruce, unobserved by Langdon, was grinning expectantly.
"Cubby won't bite--no--no--nice little cubby--we won't hurt cubby--" The next instant a wild yell startled the mountain-tops as Muskwa's needle-like teeth sank into one of Langdon's fingers.

Bruce's howls of joy would have frightened game a mile away.
"You little devil!" gasped Langdon, and then, as he sucked his wounded finger, he laughed with Bruce.