But I reckon winter will come late an' be mild." "Good! An' where 're you headin' from ?" "'Cross-country from my camp," replied Dale, rather evasively.
"Your camp! Nobody ever found that yet," declared Beasley, gruffly.
"It's up there," said Dale.
"Reckon you've got that cougar chained in your cabin door ?" queried Beasley, and there was a barely distinguishable shudder of his muscular frame.

Also the pupils dilated in his hard brown eyes.
"Tom ain't chained.

An' I haven't no cabin, Beasley." "You mean to tell me that big brute stays in your camp without bein' hog-tied or corralled!" demanded Beasley.
"Sure he does." "Beats me! But, then, I'm queer on cougars.

Have had many a cougar trail me at night.

Ain't sayin' I was scared.