“Oh, no; they’re twice as big. That’s only a brown bear.”
“But is he coming after our mules?”
“Not he. He’s hunting for wild fruit—berries and things of that sort.”
“Then it’s not a dangerous one?”
“Not if you leave him alone. He’d show fight, though, I dare say, if you went after him.”
“Let’s climb higher up and get above him. We can easily get a shot at him then,” said Chris.
“Do you want his skin?” said Griggs.
“No.”
“Well, you wouldn’t care about eating him, though bear ham isn’t bad.”
“Oh, we don’t want to eat him,” cried Ned, watching the movements of the brute eagerly.