He seemed to be in no hurry bow.
When he reached the edge of the meadow, perhaps thirty or forty yards from the big invader, he stopped again.

There was nothing particularly ugly in his attitude, but the ruff about his shoulders was bigger than Muskwa had ever seen it before.
The black looked up from his feast, and for a full half minute they eyed each other.

In a slow, pendulum-like motion the grizzly's huge head swung from side to side; the black was as motionless as a sphinx.
Four or five feet from Thor stood Muskwa.

In a small-boyish sort of way he knew that something was going to happen soon, and in that same small-boyish way he was ready to put his stub of a tail between his legs and flee with Thor, or advance and fight with him.

His eyes were curiously attracted by that pendulum-like swing of Thor's head.