"But it made him mad," suggested George.
"I should say it did; and then the other two balls made him so mad that he couldn't get any madder."
"He stood just right for me," said George; "and since he couldn't see me, I had all the time I wanted to take aim."
"And you did it well," added Jack; "and it was fortunate for us, for we couldn't use our guns. But what's become of the other two bears?" he asked, looking around.
"They didn't see any fun in staying here," replied Will, "and so they went off."
"Let's follow them."
But Will was not inclined to do so.
"You know we started out for a hunt," said he, "and I am in favour of making it as varied as we can. You found a couple of painters last night, and an Indian or two this morning. Awhile ago, you had a little fun with a bull buffalo, and he had more fun with you. We are just through with the bears, and I'm in favour of trying something else."
"What shall it be?" asked his brother.
"Whatever comes along--wolves, deer, or anything that turns up."