alone, so he turned away. He hunted all day long. He saw plenty of
wild animals, but he could not get near enough to kill one. He saw
wild ducks and grouse, but he had not brought his sling.

"Must I go hungry to-day?" he growled, frowning.

From far off came the yelping of dogs.

"The pack is hunting!" he shouted, with a roaring laugh. "I will
follow the wild dogs and take some of the meat they leave!"

Led by the sounds, he found the dogs running down a bison. They
followed it until it was too tired to fight, and then pulled it down
and killed it. They ate all the meat they wanted and went away. Then
Strongarm cut meat from the bison.

On his way home he saw a nest of wild puppies in a hollow tree.

"Um," he grunted, "the little wild goat that the children play with is
quiet and tame. If a wild puppy grew up with them, would it be tame?
Would it help me to hunt?"

He picked up a puppy. When he got home, he dropped the little ball of
soft black wool between the two boys lying on a bear skin.

Then there were merry eyes, laughs, and soft calls:

"Here little pet!" and "Oh, the little sharp teeth!"

At last a tired little ball fell asleep in brown arms.