Old Rocks was so dazed that he sat on the ground, staring at the "tenderfoot kid," and faintly gasping:
Frank flung the knife to the ground, and then sat down, panting, in a desperate endeavor to get a full breath.
Old Rocks got up very slowly, stood looking at the dead bear some moments, and then looked at the boy.
"This beats me!" he grunted. "Whoever heard o' a tenderfut doin' sech a thing! An' he didn't seem ter be scart a tall!"
Then he came nearer Frank, at whom he still stared.
"It ain't a mistake, none whatever. This yar kid done it, and he done it in great shape! Say, youngster."
"What?"
"I wants ter 'polergize."
"What for?"