He had not bothered them, he said, because he did not have any way of carrying both cubs, and he hated to kill them.

He had thought of Buck, and how he would like a pet cub, so he had followed the bear to her den and had come away to get a sack to carry them in, and to tell Buck about it.
The Kid never once doubted that it was so.

Whenever any of the Happy Family found anything in the hills that was nice, they always thought of Buck, and they always brought it to him.

You would be amazed at the number of rattlesnake rattles, and eagle's claws, and elk teeth, and things like that, which the Kid possessed and kept carefully stowed away in a closet kept sacred to his uses.
"'Course you'd 'member I wanted a baby bear cub; for a pet," he assented gravely and with a certain satisfaction.

"Is it a far ways to that mother bear's home ?" "Why ?" H.J.Owens turned from staring at the rolling smoke cloud, and looked at the Kid curiously.