A new light now shone in the native's eyes, and he looked enquiringly into the girl's face.
"Bear?" he asked. "In Deep Gulch?"
"Yes, and a grizzly at that; a monster. Oh, it was terrible!" and Glen shivered as the recollection of the brute's fierce charge swept upon her.
"Bear dead, eh?" Sconda queried.
"Yes, dead, and lying in the ravine, half covered with earth and rocks. Go down Crooked Trail to the bottom, then up the gulch, and you will find it."
"Who shoot grizzly?" the Indian asked.
"A white man. And, oh, Sconda, you should have seen what a shot he made! It was wonderful! I am sure you never did anything like it."
"Greater than Sconda made at Saku, when he shot grizzly, and saved
Injun, eh?"
"Greater? Listen, Sconda. That white man shot the grizzly from the other side of Deep Gulch. He was way up on the hill, and he hit the bear in the heart."
The Indian's eyes showed his astonishment as he studied the girl's face as if to make sure that she was telling the truth.