“Here, Dean, come along,” shouted Gunson again; and I shouted too.
“Ahoy!” came back from some distance away, and a good ten minutes elapsed before Esau reappeared, looking hot and white.
“Did you shoot him?” he said.
“How could I, when you ran away with the ammunition. Seen the bear?”
“No.”
“Well, have you seen Quong?”
“No,” said Esau, rather dolefully, and looking as if extremely dissatisfied with the part he had played.
“The bear can’t have seized him?” I said, looking at Gunson.
“Impossible,” he said. “It went the other way.”
Just then I caught sight of something blue, and burst out laughing.