"I understand they only kept together until they had portaged their outfit across the divide." "Strange would leave a trail a trapper could follow.

Then I don't see why Steve stops here instead of locating on better hunting ground.

It looks as if he didn't want to leave the Shadow." "I don't see how stopping here would help him to find the lode," said Thirlwell, who went to the door.
It was getting dark and except for the turmoil of the river the bush was very still.

The green behind the pines had faded, and they rose against the sky indistinctly in smears of shadowy blue.

They had neither height nor beauty, but straggled back, battered and stunted by the winds, among the rocks until they faded from sight.