“Was it a tame bear?” asked Link, weakly.
“Sure. He could dance, and roll over on his head, and do lots of stunts,” went on Teddy, and now a broad grin crept over his freckled face.
“Teddy, you’re the worst I ever met,” groaned Link, and then after the laughter had subsided he added: “I’ll get square for that. Just you wait and see!”
CHAPTER XXI
THE FIGHT OF THE PINE MARTENS
“Now, boys,” said Joel Runnell on the following morning, after all of the young hunters had enjoyed a good night’s rest, “I’m going to get you at something new.”
“What is it?” queried several, in chorus.
“So far all the game we have had has either been caught by a hook and line or brought down with a gun. Now I’m going to show you how to set traps for rabbits and other small animals, and also how to spear some big fish through a hole in the ice.”
“That’s the talk!” cried Joe. “I’ve been wanting to know something about traps for years.”
“Well, a small trap isn’t much of a thing to make,” answered the old hunter.
“I know how to make one kind of a rabbit trap,” came from Bart. “My uncle showed me how to make it.”