It was Roy for whom he was listening and watching.

The sun had set and across the open space the tips of the pines were losing their brightness.
The camp utensils, which the hunter emptied out of a sack, gave forth a jangle of iron and tin.

Next he unrolled a large pack, the contents of which appeared to be numerous sacks of all sizes.

These evidently contained food supplies.

The bucket looked as if a horse had rolled over it, pack and all.