Presently he exclaimed in surprise and he passed his fingers over it as though searching for something.
"Where was it shot, Kate?
I don't find nothin' but this cut that looks like his knife slipped when he was skinnin'." "It was a knife that killed it." "What!" "Don't ask me about it; I see the picture of it in my dreams still.

The lion had dragged the trap into a cave and Bart followed it.

Dan went in pushing his rifle before him, but--when he tried to fire it jammed." "Yes ?" they cried together.
"Don't ask me the rest!" They would hardly have let her off so easily if it had not been for the entrance of Joan who had come back on account of the darkness.

Black Bart went promptly to a corner of the hearth and lay down with his head on his paws and the little girl sat beside him watching the fire, her head leaning wearily on his shoulder.

Kate went to the door.
"It's almost night," she said.