"Yes, if we needed the money, which I take it we neither of us do," replied Tom. "But this doesn't concern either a wolf's den, or the trading place of a silver fox. Can't you think of something else that has been on your mind more or less for a long time back?"
"Looky here, Tom, do you mean a grizzly?" demanded Felix, his face lighting up with eagerness and expectation.
The other just nodded his head.
"Then you've found out where he lives, when he's at home?" Felix went on.
"I think I have, anyhow, Felix."
"But you haven't said a word to me about it; how long have you known?" demanded the other, reproachfully.
"Let's see; we've been home here just ten hours, haven't we; well, call it about eleven, then; that would cover it," said Tom, with a chuckle.
"Oh! then you made the discovery while we were coming down the mountain; is that it, Tom?" Felix asked.
"Just what it is," replied his chum.
"Go on, and tell me about it; what did you see, the marks of his claws; or had he thrown a lot of bones out of his old den, to make room? Which was it, Tom?"