They had been picked clean and all the forest people had gone after their brief banquet.

The trails led away in different directions, but that of Black Rifle went on toward the south.

The traces, however, were more distinct than they had been before he stopped for the bear.
"It is because he is carrying much weight," said Tayoga.

"Black Rifle no longer skips along like a youth, as Red Coat here does." "You can have all the sport with me you wish," said Grosvenor.

"I don't forget that you saved my life, when by all the rules of logic it was lost beyond the hope of recovery." "Black Rifle would not eat so much bear meat himself," said Tayoga, "nor would he carry such a burden, without good cause.