She was not in sight, and neither could he smell her, two facts which turned his great head again toward the cub.
Muskwa--an Indian would have called the cub that--had crawled a foot or two nearer on his little belly.

He greeted Thor's second inspection with a genial wriggling which carried him forward another half foot, and a low warning rumbled in Thor's chest.

"Don't come any nearer," it said plainly enough, "or I'll keel you over!" Muskwa understood.

He lay as if dead, his nose and paws and belly flat on the sand, and Thor looked about him again.

When his eyes returned to Muskwa, the cub was within three feet of him, squirming flat in the sand and whimpering softly.