"Not likely, and they wouldn't come here if there were any. That's the first grizzly I have seen in years," he went on unconcernedly, studiously looking away from her, not to add to her confusion at the remembrance of that awful episode which would obtrude itself on every occasion. "You can use a rifle or gun?"
She nodded; he stepped over to the wall and took down the Winchester which he handed her.
"This one is ready for service, and you will find a revolver on the shelf. There is only one possible way of access to this cabin, that's down those rock stairs; one man, one woman, a child even, with these weapons could hold it against an army."
"Couldn't I go with you?"
"On that foot?"
Enid pressed her wounded foot upon the ground; it was not so painful when resting, but she found she could not walk a step on it without great suffering.
"I might carry you part of the way," said the man. "I carried you last night, but it would be impossible, all of it."
"Promise me that you will be back by nightfall with Uncle Bob and—"
"I shall be back by nightfall, but I can't promise that I will bring anybody with me."
"You mean?"