Please don't shoot!" "I ain't a-goin' to," chuckled old Donald.

"I'm just getting ready to give 'im the proper sort of a handshake if he should happen to come this way, Joanne.

You know a grizzly ain't pertic'lar afraid of anything on earth as I know of, an' they're worse 'n a dynamite explosion when they come head-on.

There--he's goin' over the slope!" "Got our wind," said Aldous.
They went on, a colour in Joanne's face like the vivid sunset.

They camped two hours before dusk, and MacDonald figured they had made better than twenty miles that day.