Wonder where the cubs are?
Poor little devils!" He was on his knees examining the dead mother's teats.
"She didn't have more'n two--mebby one," he said, rising.

"About three months old." "And they'll starve ?" "If there was only one he probably will.

The little cuss had so much milk he didn't have to forage for himself.

Cubs is a good deal like babies--you can wean 'em early or you can ha'f grow 'em on pap.

An' this is what comes of runnin' off an' leavin' your babies alone," moralized Bruce.