"Wait till you get to a mirror and see what the bear did to you!"
replied Will. "What you got was a plenty!"
"Why didn"t I jump in and swim across?" asked Sandy feebly.
"Because you"re the most obstinate little customer that ever drew the breath of life," answered Will. "You took a chance on being eaten alive by a bear rather than get your feet wet!"
"Did I get my feet wet?" asked Sandy.
"No, but I did!" answered Will. "I had to swim across. The bear handed you one between the eyes and then dropped dead. I was afraid you"d lie here all night if I didn"t do something, so I swam over."
"So you"re the one that got wet?" grinned Sandy.
"Yes, I"m the one that got wet, but you"re the one that got beat up!"
replied Will. "Do you think you can walk home now?"
"Sandy straightened out one arm at a time, then one leg at a time, then arose to a sitting position.
"I don"t know why not!" he replied.
"Get up and see if you can walk!" advised Will.
""Course I can walk!" replied Sandy. "I just went down for the count!"
He scrambled slowly to his feet and turned about to gaze at his late antagonist. The bear was lying stone dead close to the stream.
"He"s a big one, isn"t he?" he asked.
"He certainly is," was the reply. "If he"d got a good swipe at you before he became weak from loss of blood, you"d be in the "Good-night"
land all right now!" the boy added, with a grin.
"Well, I"m glad he didn"t, then!" answered Sandy.
"Do you think we can carry the rug home?" asked Will.
"Perhaps you can," replied Sandy. "I don"t feel as if I could carry an extra ounce. I guess Bruin did pa.s.s me a stiff jolt!"
"You bet he did!" replied Will. "Anyway," he added, "we"ll have to leave the rug until some other time, because we"ve got quite a lot of fish to carry. If any one steals the hide, we"ll have to stand it."
"We might skin the bear and put the hide up in a tree," suggested Sandy.
"We"ll have to tan the pelt in the sunshine, anyway!"
"That"s a good idea, too!" exclaimed Will, getting busy at once with his knife. "And that reminds me that we can have bear steak for supper if we want it. We all like bear steak, you know!"
"I should say so!" replied Sandy.
It took the boys only a short time to remove the pelt from the bear and provide themselves with a few pounds of steak. Then leaving part of their fish, they started away up the creek toward the cabin.
Now and then Will stopped in the hurried walk to look toward Sandy and grin in the most provoking manner.
"If you see anything about me you don"t like," Sandy said, half-angrily, on the third or fourth inspection, "you can just step over here and knock it out of me! What are you making fun of me for?"
"You look like you"d been through a battle with a cage of monkeys,"
replied Will. "You"ve got a swipe on the side of the face, and your cheek is scratched and b.l.o.o.d.y, and you got a swipe on your shoulder, and there"s a tear on your shoulder, in the flesh as well as in your coat, and one eye will be black as soon as the blood settles under the contusion. Take it up one side and down the other, you"re a pretty disreputable looking object!"
"You wait until you get into a fight with a bear, and see how you come out! I"ll bet you won"t look as if you"d just dropped in from a pink tea! You"ll look about like thirty cents!"
"When I see a bear coming," replied Will, "I hope I"ll have the sense to run! I won"t stay and get into a knock-down argument with him!"
It was nearly sundown when the boys came in sight of the cabin. They looked eagerly through the twilight for a light, expecting that George would have the great acetylene lamp in working order.
But no light showed from the cabin, and all was still as they approached the door. When Will looked in he saw the interior was in confusion.
"I should think George might straighten things out a little bit," he grumbled. "I"ll bet he"s been asleep all the afternoon!"
"I presume he has," agreed Sandy.
Will reached to the top of a shelf for an electric flashlight and swung the circle of flame about the room.
"Why, look here!" he said excitedly, "what do you know about that?"
"About what?" demanded Sandy, who was looking the other way.
"About Bert"s bed being empty!"
"That"s another joke!"
"Not on your life!" exclaimed Will.
Sandy turned around, gave one glance at the vacant bunk, and dropped weakly back into a chair.
"Do you think he got up and walked away?" he asked.
"No," replied Will, "I don"t!"
"Then, who carried him away?" demanded Sandy.
Will turned the rays of the searchlight on the bunk where he had seen George cuddle down and then walked over toward it.
"George didn"t!" he answered, "because George is here sound asleep!"
"Sound asleep?" repeated Sandy. "Do you suppose he"d lie here and sleep and let some one come and carry away Bert?"
Will took hold of the boy"s leg and half drew him out of the bunk.
"Wake up, here!" he shouted.
George yawned and rubbed his eyes.