Within three or four hundred yards of the great mass of boulders where the grizzly had come upon the tan-faced cub was a small copse of spruce in the heart of a grassy dip, and here the hunters stripped and hobbled their horses.

Twenty minutes later they had come up cautiously to the soft carpet of sand where Thor and Muskwa had become acquainted.

The heavy rain had obliterated the cub's tiny footprints, but the sand was cut up by the grizzly's tracks.

The packer's teeth gleamed as he looked at Langdon.
"He ain't very far," he whispered.

"Shouldn't wonder if he spent the night pretty close an' he's mooshing on just ahead of us." He wet a finger and held it above his head to get the wind.