"Right you are, Si; a squirrel ain't more'n quarter of a meal anyhow. We'll save our ammunition."
Bob was on the lookout for them, and so were Mrs. Socket and her children. All ran out into the open with exclamations of delight.
"A bear!"
"What a fine, big fellow!"
"Now we will have all the meat we want for a while!"
"Mrs. Socket, in honor of the occasion, I move you cook us one good square all-around meal," said Maybe Dixon.
"I will do it, Mr. Dixon," said the lady of the camp promptly. "And I am glad to have the chance," she added.