A shout from up the tree told of the trick Mose had played on the man, and the rope was coiled away. In a short time Mose came sliding down the trunk.
“He smells supper!” explained Clay. “I’ve a notion to set Captain Joe on him!”
“Dat dog don’t bite dis coon!” Mose replied. “Ah’m in lub wid dat dog!”
Captain Joe and Teddy came forward and looked the three visitors over approvingly.
“That bear would make a good meal!” Gregg declared, with a wink at Case.
Mose’s eyes stuck out for a minute, and then he tickled his own chin and gave out a sound like a goat.
“B-a-a-a-a-a-a! B-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!” he bleated.
“What’s the matter with the coon?” asked Gregg, with a look of surprise.
“He’s telling us to get wise to the alfalfa!” Jule cut in. “Alex. don’t know how to translate so white men can understand.”
“You’ll both wash dishes for a month!” roared Clay, doubled over with laughter. “We make that a penalty for talking slang,” he explained, turning to Gregg.