I'm just guessin' these mount'ins are so full o' bear that them ten dogs will all be massacreed within a week.

Want to bet ?" Langdon closed his rifle with a snap.
"I only want one bear," he said, ignoring the challenge, "and I have an idea we'll get him to-morrow.

You're the bear specialist of the outfit, Bruce, but I think he was too hard hit to travel far." They had made two beds of soft balsam boughs near the fire, and Langdon now followed his companion's example, and began spreading his blankets.

It had been a hard day, and within five minutes after stretching himself out he was asleep.
He was still asleep when Bruce rolled out from under his blanket at dawn.
Without rousing Langdon the young packer slipped on his boots and waded back a quarter of a mile through the heavy dew to round up the horses.

When he returned he brought Dishpan and their saddle-horses with him.