"Let him alone, and he won't bother you."
"Ain't he an awful size, though?" replied the other, nervously.
"'AIN'T HE AN AWFUL SIZE, THOUGH?'"
Wahb was about to charge, but something held him back—a something that had no reference to his senses, that was felt only when they were still; a something that in Bear and Man is wiser than his wisdom, and that points the way at every doubtful fork in the dim and winding trail.
Of course Wahb did not understand what the men said, but he did feel that there was something different here. The smell of man and iron was there, but not of that maddening kind, and he missed the pungent odor that even yet brought back the dark days of his cubhood.
The men did not move, so Wahb rumbled a subterranean growl, dropped down on his four feet, and went on.
