His face, too, became filled with amazement when he saw the bear.
"Big bear!" he exclaimed.
There was a world of meaning in his words, and Rod flushed with pleasure.
"He weighs five hundred," said Wabi, "and he stands four feet at the shoulders if an inch." "Fine rug!" grinned Mukoki.
"Let's see, Rod; he'll make a rug--" Wabi walked critically around the bear.

"He'll make you a rug over eight feet long by about six in width.

I wonder where he is hit ?" A brief examination showed that while the honors of the actual kill were with Rod, at least one, and perhaps two, of Wabi's shots had taken effect.

The last shot from the white youth's rifle had struck the bear just below the right ear, causing almost instantaneous death.
On this same side, which had been exposed to Rod's fire, was a body wound, undoubtedly made by the shot on the mountain side.

When the animal was rolled over by the combined efforts of the three two more wounds were discovered on the left side, which had mostly been exposed to Wabigoon's fire.