I can see you all the time, and you can see me--if I don't run away, or hide." And she laughed a little breathlessly.
"There is no danger, is there, Donald ?" The old hunter shook his head.
"There's no danger, but--you might be lonesome," he said.
Joanne put her pretty mouth close to Aldous' ear.
"I want to be alone for a little while, dear," she whispered, and there was that mystery in her voice which kept him from questioning her, and made him go with MacDonald.
In three quarters of an hour they had reached the spur of the mountain from which MacDonald had said they could see up the valley, and also the break through which they had come the preceding afternoon.

The morning mists still hung low, but as these melted away under the sun mile after mile of a marvellous panorama spread out swiftly under them, and as the distance of their vision grew, the deeper became the disappointment in MacDonald's face.

For half an hour after the mists had gone he neither spoke nor lowered the telescope from his eyes.

A mile away Aldous saw three caribou crossing the valley.

A little later, on a green slope, he discerned a moving hulk that he knew was a bear.