Then he hunched in a big frosty heap over his prey and began to tear and rend.
"Jess was a mighty good horse," muttered Dale, grimly; "too good to make a meal for a hog silvertip." Then the hunter silently rose to a kneeling position, swinging the rifle in front of him.

He glanced up into the low branches of the tree overhead.
"Girls, there's no tellin' what a grizzly will do.

If I yell, you climb up in this tree, an' do it quick." With that he leveled the rifle, resting his left elbow on his knee.

The front end of the rifle, reaching out of the shade, shone silver in the moonlight.

Man and weapon became still as stone.