“Oh no. Can’t you see him?”
“No! Where?”
“Look yonder across that bare slope that glistens in the sun as if the rock were granite.”
“Yes, I see where you mean—a little higher up than we are.”
“That’s right. Now, just above it there’s a patch of green running up to the fir-trees, all low bushes sprinkled about with the rocks between.”
“Yes,” said Chris, “I can see that too. Well?”
“Look, look, Chris,” cried Ned; “I can see it now—there, just crossing from one lot of bushes to another. There it goes.”
“Yes, I see now. Why, you mean wool, Griggs. It’s a mountain-sheep.—No, it isn’t,” cried Chris excitedly; “it’s a bear.”
“Yes, all alive, oh! and in his skin coat.”
“And quite beyond reach, unless we stalk him. I say, Griggs, how lucky! Is that a grizzly?”