"It's the best we can do.

He'd get our wind if we went below 'im.

If it was a couple o' hours earlier--" "We'd climb over the mountain and come down on him from _above_!" exclaimed Langdon, laughing.
"Bruce, you're the most senseless idiot on the face of the globe when it comes to climbing mountains! You'd climb over Hardesty or Geikie to shoot a goat from above, even though you could get him from the valley without any work at all.

I'm glad it isn't morning.

We can get that bear from the ravine!" "Mebbe," said Bruce, and they started.
They walked openly over the green, flower-carpeted meadows ahead of them.
Until they came within at least half a mile of the grizzly there was no danger of him seeing them.