The dogs were coming up the valley.

Something had turned Bruce and Metoosin northward instead of into the south.

And the pack was giving tongue--that fierce, heated baying which told him they were again on the fresh spoor of game.

A sudden thrill shot through him.

There could be but one living thing in the length and breadth of the valley that Bruce would set the dogs after, and that was the big grizzly! For a few moments longer Langdon stood and listened.