An' Tom is like a big kitten." The beast raised his great catlike face, with its sleepy, half-shut eyes, and looked down upon them.
"Shall I call him down ?" inquired Dale.
For once Bo did not find her voice.
"Let us--get a little more used to him--at a distance," replied Helen, with a little laugh.
"If he comes to you, just rub his head an' you'll see how tame he is," said Dale.

"Reckon you're both hungry ?" "Not so very," returned Helen, aware of his penetrating gray gaze upon her.
"Well, I am," vouchsafed Bo.
"Soon as the turkey's done we'll eat.

My camp is round between the rocks.

I'll call you." Not until his broad back was turned did Helen notice that the hunter looked different.

Then she saw he wore a lighter, cleaner suit of buckskin, with no coat, and instead of the high-heeled horseman's boots he wore moccasins and leggings.