"I'm going to get grandpa to come back with me and shoot the bear,"
replied Ted. "I want his skin to make a rug. You know--like grandpa
did with the bear his father shot."
Jan did not say anything. She got into the cart and turned the goat
about, ready to leave the place. She gave a look over her shoulder at
the hollow log into which she and Ted had seen the furry, brown animal
crawl. It did not seem to be coming out, and Jan was glad of that.
"Giddap, Nicknack!" she called to the goat, and as the animal started
off Ted jumped into the wagon from behind.
"I wish I had a gun," he said.
"You're too little," declared Jan. "Oh, Ted! what if he should chase
us? Was it an awful big bear? I didn't dare look much."
"It wasn't so very big."
"Was it as big as Nicknack?"
"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.
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