Mose had crouched close on the ground with his head on his paws, and his brown eyes fastened upon the hunter.
"He had too big a start fer us," said Wetzel, speaking as if the dog were human.

It seemed that Wetzel's words were a protest against the meaning in those large, sad eyes.
Then the hunter put out the fire, and, searching for a more secluded spot, finally found one on top of the ledge, where he commanded a good view of his surroundings.

The weary dog was asleep.

Wetzel settled himself to rest, and was soon wrapped in slumber.
About noon he awoke.

He arose, stretched his limbs, and then took an easy position on the front of the ledge, where he could look below.
Evidently the hunter was waiting for something.