But the majority might be wrong.

A hunter might be vastly different, and vastly more than a tracker and slayer of game.

The mountain world of forest was a mystery to almost all men.
Perhaps Dale knew its secrets, its life, its terror, its beauty, its sadness, and its joy; and if so, how full, how wonderful must be his mind! He spoke of men as no better than wolves.

Could a lonely life in the wilderness teach a man that?
Bitterness, envy, jealousy, spite, greed, and hate--these had no place in this hunter's heart.

It was not Helen's shrewdness, but a woman's intuition, which divined that.
Dale rose to his feet and, turning his ear to the north, listened once more.
"Are you expecting Roy still ?" inquired Helen.
"No, it ain't likely he'll turn up to-night," replied Dale, and then he strode over to put a hand on the pine-tree that soared above where the girls lay.