Hello, what in thunder is the cub up to now ?" Muskwa had fallen the wrong way out of his crotch and was dangling like the victim at the end of a hangman's rope.

Langdon ran to him, caught him boldly in his bare hands, lifted him up over the limb and placed him on the ground.

Muskwa did not snap at him or even growl.
Bruce and Metoosin were away from camp all of that day, spying over the range to the westward, and Langdon was left to doctor a knee which he had battered against a rock the previous day.

He spent most of his time in company with Muskwa.

He opened a can of their griddle-cake syrup and by noon he had the cub following him about the tree and straining to reach the dish which he held temptingly just out of reach.