Look at thet little track.

Cub track.
An' look at these scratches on this tree, higher 'n my head.

An old she-bear stood up, an' scratched them." Roy sat his saddle and reached up to touch fresh marks on the tree.
"Woods's full of big bears," he said, grinning.

"An' I take it particular kind of this old she rustlin' off with her cub.

She-bears with cubs are dangerous." The next place to stir Helen to enthusiasm was the glen at the bottom of this canuon.