Still there was no movement, and at the second thrust Bruce remained as motionless as the rock against which he was crouching, and his mouth was wide open as he stared down at Langdon.
"Now what the devil do you think of that ?" he said, and rose slowly to his feet.

"He ain't asleep--he's dead!" Langdon ran up to him, and they went around the end of the rock.

Bruce still held the knife in his hand and there was an odd expression in his face--a look that put troubled furrows between his eyes as he stood for a moment without speaking.
"I never see anything like that before," he said, slowly slipping his knife in its sheath.

"It's a she-bear, an' she had cubs--pretty young cubs, too, from the looks o' her.' "She was after a whistler, and undermined the rock," added Langdon.
"Crushed to death, eh, Bruce ?" Bruce nodded.
"I never see anything like it before," he repeated.

"I've wondered why they didn't get killed by diggin' under the rocks--but I never see it.