"Yes. Do you live anywhere near it?"
"Well, I should smile! Youngster, that's where I live, and the woman who gave you your supper is my mother."
"Then you are Dan," said Dean, eagerly.
"How do you know my name?"
"Your mother told me you killed the bear whose meat I ate for supper."
"That's correct, youngster. I killed him, but it's nothing to kill a b'ar. I've killed hundreds of 'em."
"I should be proud if I could say I had killed one," said Dean, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"If you stay round here long enough, you may have a chance. But I'm goin' home. It's growin' dark and you may as well go with me."
Dean rose from his recumbent position, and drew his watch from his pocket.