Thereupon the boys went up to the tent and Bob talked to Pierre in French. Pierre then pulled back the hair and showed the boys a white scar across his head and Jean showed them a ragged scar that made Pud's flesh creep.
"Gee," said Pud, "that bear must have given Jean some rip. Ask Pierre how he got that wound to heal."
Bob did so and Pierre explained that he put some healing herbs on the wounds and that they got well very quickly.
"De rib, she no get well queeck," said Pierre, turning to Pud. "She vera sore, some long time."
"You two certainly had a narrow escape," said Mr. Anderson, as the whole party, admiring the wonderful bravery and courage of these Indians, said good-night.
"I wonder if any such thing as that would happen to us?" asked Bill.
"Maybe," said Mr. Waterman aloud, but to Mr. Anderson, "in their sleep I guess."
By this time the boys were ready for bed and they were soon lying snugly in their sleeping bags, no doubt dreaming of bears and what they would do if they saw a big black bear come rushing down on them when they were on a narrow ledge.
Some such dream was surely surging through the brains of Pud and Bill, for Bob was awakened by an awful racket and nearly smothered to death by feeling two heavy bodies plunk down on him.
"Hey, there, get up!" yelled Bob.