Why don't you take him along onc't, an' show him his mistake ?" So one day when the snow was light, and snowshoes were not needed, Injun and Whitey took Bull to the hills with them, and he was mad with delight.

But all he did was to rush excitedly about and frighten the game, except once, when Whitey had a good but hard shot at a rabbit.
Then Bull got between Whitey's legs and tripped him up, so that Whitey missed the shot.
The boys came back without any game, and apparently without convincing Bull that he was no hunter, for the next time they started he was just as eager to go as before.
"You thought he'd be cured of wanting to hunt, but he isn't," Whitey said reproachfully to Bill Jordan.

"I don't think he's so smart, after all." "Smart!" exclaimed Bill.

"Why, he's just nachally too clever t' give up.
He'd keep on tryin' till he did b'come a great hunter." This was the usual satisfaction Whitey got out of Bill's arguments, but Bull went hunting no more.
One of the boys' other diversions had to do with a Chinaman named Wong Lee.

Wong had succeeded the colored man, Slim, as cook at the Bar O.
Slim had thought the Montana winter too severe for his miseries, and had gone South for good, and as Wong was a much better cook, no one felt sorry.