Get the idee?
"That grizzly won't leave his country, an' Metoosin is pretty near bound to drive him around to us.

We'll let him do the open hunting an' we'll skulk.
The bear can't get past us both without giving one of us shooting." "It sounds good," agreed Langdon.

"And I've got a lame knee that I'm not unwilling to nurse for a few days." Scarcely were the words out of Langdon's mouth when a sudden rattle of hobble-chains and the startled snort of a grazing horse out in the meadow brought them both to their feet.
"Utim!" whispered Metoosin, his dark face aglow in the firelight.
"You're right--the dogs," said Bruce, and he whistled softly.
They heard a movement in the brush near them, and a moment later two of the dogs came into the firelight.

They slunk in, half on their bellies, and as they prostrated themselves at the hunters' feet a third and a fourth joined them.
They were not like the pack that had gone out that morning.

There were deep hollows in their sides; their wiry crests were flat; they were hard run, and they knew that they were beaten.