“Where you git him?” inquired a half-breed.
“I caught him,” answered Dick.
“Baw!” cried the first speaker.
Dick took no notice of this last remark.
“No, did ye though?” he asked again.
“I did,” answered Dick, quietly; “I creased him in the prairie—you can see the mark on his neck if you look.”
The men began to feel that the young hunter was perhaps a little beyond them at their own trade, and regarded him with increased respect.
“Look sharp now, lads,” said Cameron, impatiently, to several dilatory members of the band. “Night will be on us ere long.”
“Who sold ye the bear-claw collar?” inquired another man of Dick.
“I didn’t buy it. I killed the bear and made it.”