And then he resumed his quest.
He did not hear Langdon as the hunter came nearer and nearer up the broken gully.

He did not smell him, for the wind was fatally wrong.

He had forgotten the noxious man-smell that had disturbed and irritated him an hour before.

He was quite happy; he was good-humoured; he was fat and sleek.

An irritable, cross-grained, and quarrelsome bear is always thin.
The true hunter knows him as soon as he sets eyes on him.