The Indian picked it up.
It was the pocket jackscrew that every bear trapper carries to set the powerful trap, and without which, indeed, one man cannot manage the springs.
He held it up with "Ugh! Hoag in trouble now." Clearly the rival trapper had lost this necessary tool.
But the finding was an accident.

Skookum pushed on.

They came along a draw to a little hollow.

The dog, far forward, began barking and angrily baying at something.

The men hurried to the scene to find on the snow, fast held in one of those devilish engines called a bear trap--the body of their enemy--Hoag, the trapper, held by a leg, and a hand in the gin he himself had been setting.
A fierce light played on the Indian's face.