The animal went down, shot through the heart, and then, silently exulting, young Lennox stood over him.
Areskoui had, in truth, been most kind.

It was a young bear, nearly grown, very fat, and, as Robert well knew, very tender also.

Here was food, splendid food, enough to last them many days, and he rejoiced.
Then he was in a quandary.

He could not carry the bear away, and while he could cut him up, he was loath to leave any part of him there.

The wolves would soon be coming, insisting upon their share, but he was resolved they should have none.
He put his fingers over his mouth and blew between them a whistle, long, shrill and piercing, a sound that penetrated farther than the rifle shot.