“Let us—get a little more used to him—at a distance,” replied Helen, with a little laugh.
“If he comes to you, just rub his head an' you'll see how tame he is,” said Dale. “Reckon you're both hungry?”
“Not so very,” returned Helen, aware of his penetrating gray gaze upon her.
“Well, I am,” vouchsafed Bo.
“Soon as the turkey's done we'll eat. My camp is round between the rocks. I'll call you.”
Not until his broad back was turned did Helen notice that the hunter looked different. Then she saw he wore a lighter, cleaner suit of buckskin, with no coat, and instead of the high-heeled horseman's boots he wore moccasins and leggings. The change made him appear more lithe.
“Nell, I don't know what you think, but I call him handsome,” declared Bo.
Helen had no idea what she thought.
“Let's try to walk some,” she suggested.
So they essayed that painful task and got as far as a pine log some few rods from their camp. This point was close to the edge of the park, from which there was an unobstructed view.