Deep Gulch after the grizzly. Formerly, women would have done most of
the heavy work, but the ruler of Glen West had changed all that. The
men did not take kindly to this at first, but Jim Weston had been firm.

"If you do not like this order of things, you can go elsewhere," he
told them. "Women are not going to do men's work here. You bring the
game into camp, and then let your wives attend to it."

Thus the custom of the men bringing in the bear or moose became
established, and no one left, for the objectors knew that they were far
better off at Glen West than they had ever been in their lives, and
that it was to their advantage to obey their Big White Chief, as they
called Weston.

Glen waited impatiently for the men's return, and the hours dragged
slowly by until their arrival about the middle of the afternoon. They
had skinned the bear, and cutting up the carcass, they had strapped the
pieces upon their horses. They rode gaily into camp, and most of the
inhabitants of the place were gathered around the store to acclaim
their arrival. All had heard of the wonderful shot across Deep Gulch,
and they were naturally curious to see the monster which had dared to
face the Big Chief's daughter. There was the certainty, too, of fresh
meat, which added much to the interest.

Sconda, however was not with the returned men, and Glen was greatly
disappointed. Her rescuer, then, had not come back to the gulch, so he
evidently had no more thought for her. She had imagined that he would
be anxious to obtain the grizzly's fine skin as a souvenir of his
meeting with her. At first she was tempted to ride forth toward
Crooked Trail and await Sconda's return, but changing her mind, she