If it was a grizzly it would be pointed.
An' it's too broad an' clubby f'r a grizzly, an' the claws are too long f'r the length of the foot.

It's a black as plain as the nose on yo'r face!" "And going our way," said Langdon.

"Come on!" Two hundred yards up the coulee the bear had climbed out on the slope.

Langdon and Bruce followed.
In the thick grass and hard shale of the first crest of the slope the tracks were quickly lost, but the hunters were not much interested in these tracks now.

From the height at which they were travelling they had a splendid view below them.
Not once did Bruce take his eyes from the creek bottom.