CHAPTER VI.
BLACK RIFLE They had been following the trail about half an hour, when Tayoga noticed that it was growing deeper.
"Ah," he said, "Black Rifle now walks much more slowly, so slow that he barely creeps, and his feet press down harder.

I think he is going to make another stop." "Maybe he intends to cook a part of that fat bear," said Grosvenor, struggling hard, though, to keep all trace of envy out of his voice.
"You said a while back that he was going to kill the bear, because he was hungry, and it seems to me that he would be a very foolish man, if having got his bear, he didn't make use of any portion of it." Tayoga laughed with sincere enjoyment.
"Red Coat reasons well," he said.

"If a man is eager to eat, and he has that which he can eat, then he would be a silly man if he did not eat.

Red Coat has all the makings of a trailer.

In a few more yards, Black Rifle will stop and cook himself a splendid dinner.