"Oh, bigger"n him--a lot."
"Oh!" and again Jan looked back over her shoulder. "I hope he doesn"t chase us," she added.
"I"ll fix him if he does!" threatened Ted. "I"ll fix him!"
"How? You haven"t any gun, and maybe you couldn"t shoot it if you had, lessen maybe it was your Christmas pop gun."
"Pooh! Pop guns wouldn"t be any good to shoot a bear! You"ve got to have real bullets. But I can fix this bear if he chases us," and Ted tried to look brave.
"How?" asked Jan again. She felt safer now, for Nicknack was going fast, and the hollow log, into which the furry animal had crawled, was out of sight.
"I"ll make our goat buck the bear with his horns if he chases us, that"s what I"ll do!" declared Ted.
"Oh, that would be good!" exclaimed Jan in delight. "Nicknack is brave and his horns are sharp. "Member how he stuck "em in the fence one day?"
"Yes," answered Ted, "I do. And I"ll get him to stick "em in the bear if he comes too close. Giddap, Nicknack!" and Ted flicked the goat with the ends of the reins. I think he wanted the goat to go faster so there would be no danger of the bear"s chasing after him and his sister.
Perhaps Ted thought Nicknack might be afraid of the bear, even if the goat did have sharp horns.
The Curlytops were greatly excited when they reached the camp. Trouble was playing out in front and Grandpa Martin had just landed in the boat.
"What"s that?" he cried, when he heard Ted"s story. "A bear in a hollow log? Nonsense! There are no bears on Star Island."
"But I saw it, and so did Janet. Didn"t you, Jan?" cried Ted.
"I saw something fuzzy with a big tail going inside the log," answered Teddy"s sister.
"Then it couldn"t have been a bear," laughed Grandpa Martin. "For a bear has only a little short, stubby tail. I"ll go to see what it is. I think I know, however."
"What?" asked Mother Martin. "Don"t go into any danger, Father."
"I won"t," promised the farmer. "But I won"t tell you what I think the animal is until I see it. I may be mistaken."
"Maybe it"s a twamp," put in Trouble, who seemed to be thinking about them as much as Ted thought about the fallen star.
"Tramps aren"t animals," laughed Jan.
"Furry animals, anyway," added Ted.
"Well, you stay here and I"ll go see what it was," went on grandpa, and he started off toward the hollow log with a big club. He was not gone very long, and when he came back he was laughing, as he had the night before when Nicknack gave them a scare.
"Just as I thought!" cried the children"s grandpa. "It was a big, red fox in the hollow log."
"And not a bear?" asked Ted.
"Not a bear, Curlytop! Only a fox that was more frightened by you than you were by him, I guess. I knew it couldn"t be a bear."
"How did you get it out of the log?" asked Jan.
"Oh, I just tapped on the log with my club, and Mr. Fox must have thought it was somebody knocking at his front door. For out he ran, looked at me with his bright eyes, and then away he ran into the woods.
So you Curlytops needn"t be afraid. The fox won"t hurt you."
"I"m glad of that," said Jan. "Now let"s go fishing, Ted."
"All right," he agreed.
"Can"t you take Trouble with you?" asked his mother. "I want to help Nora and grandpa do a little work around the camp."
"Yes, we"ll take him," agreed Jan. "But you mustn"t put any salt in the water, Trouble, and scare the fish."
"I not do it. I tatch a fiss myself."
They gave him a pole and a line without any hook on it so he could not scratch himself, and then Jan and Ted sat down under a shady tree, not far from camp, to try to catch some fish.
They knew how, for their father had taught them, and soon Jan had landed a good-sized sunfish. A little later Ted caught a perch which had stripes on its sides, "like a zebra," as Jan said. After that Jan and Ted each caught two fish, and they soon had enough to cook.
"What do you Curlytops want me to do with these?" asked Nora, as the two children came along, laughing and shouting, with the fish dangling from strings each of them carried.
"Cook "em, of course!" cried Teddy. "That"s what we caught them for, Nora--to have you cook them."
"But won"t they bite me?" asked the cook, pretending to be afraid.
"Oh, no! They can"t!" explained Jan.
"They bit on our hooks, and now they can"t bite any more, but we can bite them," said Teddy.
"Oh, would you bite the poor fish?" asked Nora.
For a moment the Curlytops did not know what to answer. Then Teddy replied:
"Oh, well, it can"t hurt "em to bite "em after they"re cooked, can it?"
"No, I guess not," laughed Nora, "no more than it can hurt a baked potato. Well, run along and I"ll get the fish ready for dinner, or whatever you call the next meal. I declare, I"m so mixed up with this camping business that I hardly know breakfast from supper. But run along, and I"ll fry the fish for you, anyhow."
"Let"s go and take a walk," proposed Jan, when they had washed their hands in the tin basin that Mother Martin had set on a bench under a tree, with a towel and soap near by, for fish did leave such a funny smell on your hands, the little girl said.
"Where"ll we walk to?" asked Teddy.
"Oh, let"s go and look. Maybe we can find that cute little bunny we saw when we were looking for the den where the fox lived but didn"t find him," proposed Jan.
"All right," answered Teddy, and they set off.
They had not gone very far before Teddy stopped near a bush and began to look about him.
"What"s the matter?" asked his sister.
"Why, I saw a bird fly out of here," answered her brother, "and it seemed just as if it had a broken wing. It couldn"t fly--hardly."
"Where is it?" asked Jan eagerly. "Maybe if we take it to mother she can fix the wing. Once she mended a dog"s broken leg, and he could walk "most as good as ever when he got well, only he limped a little."