Tom pointed his nose toward the northwest, and opened his mouth very wide.
“Up that way in a cave,” interpreted Jim, pointing as the cub had indicated.
“How far is it?” asked Balser.
Jerry lay down and rolled over twice.
“Two hours’ walk,” said Jim.
“How shall I find the place?” asked Balser.
Tom stood upon his hind legs, and scratched the bark of a tree with his fore paws as high as he could reach.
“Of course,” said Balser, “by the bear scratches on the trees. I understand.”
Jerry grunted “milk,” so Jim said, and the whole party, boys, bears, and baby, moved off to the milk-house, where the cubs had a great feast.
After the milk had disappeared, Jerry grew talkative, and grunted away like the satisfied little pig that he was.