A sharp expulsion of breath from Bo and a violent jerk of her frame were signs that she had sighted the grizzly.
In the moonlight he looked of immense size, and that wild park with the gloomy blackness of forest furnished a fit setting for him.

Helen's quick mind, so taken up with emotion, still had a thought for the wonder and the meaning of that scene.

She wanted the bear killed, yet that seemed a pity.
He had a wagging, rolling, slow walk which took several moments to reach his quarry.

When at length he reached it he walked around with sniffs plainly heard and then a cross growl.

Evidently he had discovered that his meal had been messed over.