Grace, who had backed into a corner, was trying to subdue her own individual panic sufficiently to reason out the situation. Joe Shafto"s words, when Grace finally absorbed them, brought enlightenment.
"Will he bite, Mrs. Shafto?" she called.
"Won"t bite nothin" if ye don"t bother him."
Grace ran to Emma and bathed her face with water.
"Get down!" commanded Lieutenant Wingate, holding up a hand to Nora.
"Don"t you see you"re spoiling a perfectly good lot of venison? I never saw such a parcel of "fraid cats in all my life."
"Neither did I," grumbled Mrs. Shafto. "I didn"t know Henry was down there or I"d a shooed him out before ye set down."
"I won"t get down until that beast is out of the house," declared Nora.
"Whoever heard of such a thing. Don"t!"
Hippy pulled her down without ceremony and placed Nora in a chair.
"Behave yourself! You will see more bears, and then some, before you finish this journey."
Joe took a broom and shooed Henry out into the yard. A scream out there followed almost instantly, for Henry had ambled around the house to make the acquaintance of Anne Nesbit.
"The beast is chasing me!" she panted, as she ran back into the house.
No one gave heed to her, so she ran to Nora and the two consoled each other. In the meantime, Grace had revived Emma.
"Ha--as he gone?" she wailed weakly.
"Yes. That is Mrs. Shafto"s tame bear, you silly."
"Merely a voice of nature that you heard, Emma," reminded Hippy. "By the way, what message did Henry convey to you?"
"Henry is the name of Mrs. Shafto"s pet," explained Grace.
"Fright!" moaned Emma in answer to Hippy"s question.
"Mrs. Shafto, if you don"t mind, I believe I will have another piece of deer," said Hippy.
"Yer wife stepped in it," replied Joe.
"It"s all in the family," observed Hippy, holding out his plate.
One by one the Overlanders returned to the table, with the exception of Emma, whose appet.i.te had left her, but Hippy had the rest of the venison all to himself. The meal was finished off with apple pie, and the girls said they had not eaten so much since their first meals at home on their return from service in France.
Following the meal, the Overland Riders discussed their proposed journey with the forest woman, looked over the supplies she had bought and p.r.o.nounced themselves satisfied, not only with her purchases, but with Joe Shafto herself. Nothing more was seen of Henry that evening. The woman said he probably had gone into the woods to sleep or to forage for food.
"Where did you get the beast?" questioned Emma.
"When he war a cub. I shot his mother and brought the cub home, and he"s one of the family. I kin make him mind just like a dog, and sick him on like a dog. I"ll call him in and show ye."
"No, no," protested Emma and Nora in chorus.
"I shall dream of bears all night, but don"t you dare let him out while I am here," begged Emma.
"Henry"s my watchdog. He sleeps on the front steps, and he"ll chaw up anything that comes in the yard after I git to bed, so keep out or you"ll git bit."
"Oh, I shall keep out, never fear," answered Emma in a tone of voice that brought a laugh from everyone at the table.
Before leaving Mrs. Shafto that night the Overland girls acquainted her with such plans as they had made for their outing, Tom telling her of the work that lay before him and expressing his wish to have the party as near to his work as possible. "Good nights" finally were said, and the guests departed for their little camp among the trees. A fire was built to light up the tents while the girls were arranging their blankets and preparing themselves for bed.
"Hindenburg gets free range for the night," volunteered Hippy. So, with the bull pup on watch, all hands turned in, for an early start was to be made on the following morning. They were awakened by his barking at daybreak.
Joe Shafto was hallooing to them.
"Git a hustle on ye," she called in answer to Tom Gray"s answering hail.
There was a scramble in the camp of the Overlanders, for they desired to show their guide that they were no novices at breaking camp and getting under way. Just as they were finishing their breakfasts Joe led over June and July, and waited observantly while Tom and Hippy rolled their belongings into packs which Mrs. Shafto lashed to the mules with her own hands.
"Ye see the twins don"t like to have strangers monkeyin" around "em,"
she explained. "I"ll git goin" now and ye kin foller along. I"ve got to git Henry first."
"Eh? What"s that?" demanded Hippy.
"I don"t go nowheres without my Henry."
"You--you aren"t going to take that beast with you, are you, Mrs.
Shafto?" cried Emma.
"I sure be, and I reckon ye"ll be mighty glad to have him along before we git through with this here hop into the Big Woods."
Emma groaned dismally.
"Never mind," soothed Hippy. "You can practice your nature reading stunt on him. Who knows but that you may learn the bear language, so that by the time we finish our work up here you will be able to go out in the forest and tell the bears your life history, and listen to them telling you theirs. Of course they might eat you, but that would not matter."
"Huh!" grunted Miss Dean, elevating her nose and turning her back on him.
"Mount!" ordered Hippy, after each girl had saddled her pony and stood waiting for the start. They swung into their saddles with agility, and jogged out into the road with Hindenburg racing ahead and darting back, barking joyously. He was already feeling the call of the wild.
"There"s Joe," called Emma, as they rounded a bend in the road.
"I do not see the bear," wondered Tom.
"Perhaps she decided to leave him at home to shift for himself. I hope so."
Grace said she hoped _not_, for the bear would make life interesting for them.
Joe was sitting on the back of one of her pack mules jogging along, leading the second mule behind, but, though she must have heard the Overlanders shout to her, she neither replied nor looked back.
Hindenburg, however, darted ahead and began barking at the mules, dodging their heels successfully for several minutes, much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of the party following. At last, however, he caught a glancing blow from a mule foot that sent him rolling into the bushes. In a few moments he was out again, circling mules and rider, barking his angry protests, then dodging off the trail into the bushes where they heard him barking with a different note in his voice.
"There comes the bear!" cried Nora. "Look at him!"