When the door slammed behind him and his steps went creaking through the room beyond, a mutter of a hum arose around the stove.
As a matter of fact it was the beginning of the great legend that was finally to bulk around the name of the big man.

And it was fitting that the huge figure of Bull Hunter should have come upon the attention of men in this way, descending out of the storm and the mountains.
That he had done something historic was far from the mind of Bull as he stalked into the dining room.
"You sit right down here," his host was saying, placing a chair at the table.
Bull tried the chair with his hand.

It groaned and squeaked under the weight.

"Chairs don't seem to be made for me," he said simply.
"Besides I'm more used to sitting on the floor." He dropped to the floor accordingly, with the effect of a small earthquake.

The proprietor stared, but he swallowed his astonishment.