"We didn't have time to be," laughed Tad.
"Fully as exciting as fighting wild boar in the Black Forest of Germany," agreed the Professor.
"The wild pigs of the canebrake are as near as I have ever come to hunting boars," said Lilly.
"Are they ugly?" asked Walter.
"Well, I reckon they are kind of fresh now and again," answered the guide.
"The pigs are too small fry for me," declared Stacy pompously. "I want big game or no game at all."
"Chunky is afraid only of the barred owls," chuckled Tad.
"Owls and 'gators," Stacy corrected. "How about those bears? They seem to have given you fellows the slip?"
"Foxy bears," agreed the guide. "But never you mind. We will get them yet. That old she-hear we have been after must be a big one, and she is an ugly one, too. There will be a lively time when the hounds bay her out. I hope we are all in at the death."
"So do I," nodded Stacy. "I shouldn't mind a hand-to-hand conflict with an ugly old she-bear. I'd show her what sort of a bear-killer I am, I would."