It looks that way to me." "You've hit the nail on the head as sure as you're a year old!" cried Langdon enthusiastically.

"Bruce, I never thought of that!" "There's a good many things you don't think about until you run across 'em," said the mountaineer.

"It's what you said a while ago--such things are what makes huntin' a fine sport when you've learned huntin' ain't always killin'-- but lettin' live.

One day I lay seven hours on a mountain-top watchin' a band o' sheep at play, an' I had more fun than if I'd killed the whole bunch." Bruce rose to his feet and stretched himself, an after-supper operation that always preceded his announcement that he was going to turn in.
"Fine day to-morrow," he said, yawning.

"Look how white the snow is on the peaks." "Bruce--" "What ?" "How heavy is this bear we're after ?" "Twelve hundred pounds--mebby a little more.