“Oh, never mind that! I got away—escaped. But it was very bad.”
“Put it wass ferry pad! What wass ferry pad?”
“Having a couple of bears after you.”
“An’ she had twa pears after her?”
“Yes, monsters. They hunted me all along a gully right up into the mountain.”
“Hey! An’ tid they catch her?”
“No; one got tired and stopped, but the other came right on to where it was all ice and snow. Up yonder,” said Steve, pointing to the glittering slopes and peaks far above their heads.
“An’ what tid that one to? Tid she ket tired?”
“No,” said Steve. “I made a jump to get up a steep bit of the ice, caught hold, and then fell right on to the bear as it was coming up after me.”
“Hey, tid she, though?”