“What were you after?”
“After grizzlum bear.”
“Did you get one?”
“No, not get one.”
“Not one? And I thought that was a good bear country!”
“Not get one,” said Leo. “Get sixteen.”
“Sixteen! That’s something different. That looks as though we might expect some bears ourselves this spring.”
“All right, plenty grizzlum. Maybe-so forty, fifty mile.”
“What does he think about the running on the Canoe River, Uncle Dick?” inquired Rob. “Is it going to be bad water?”
“Not too bad water,” said Leo, turning to Rob. “Snow not too much melt yet on big hills. We take wagon first.”