“Jeff!”
Jeff grunted sulkily.
“Camping party down near Mayhill. Lot o’ girls. I saw one of ’em. Young person with eyes and hair.”
Jeff grunted again. There was a long silence.
“Nice bear!” There was no answer.
“Good old bear!” said Johnny tearfully. No answer. “Mister Bear, if I give you one nice, good, juicy bite——”
“U—ugg—rrh!” said Jeff.
“Then,” said Johnny decidedly, “I’ll sleep in the yard.”