“How about putting both the bacon and butter in jars and hiding them down in the water under a rock?” suggested Jo Ann. “That way he could neither smell nor see the food.”
“Good plan,” approved Florence.
“She does get a brilliant idea once in a blue moon,” laughed Peggy.
They set to work at once to carry out Jo Ann’s plan and soon had the bacon and butter safely hidden down in the stream just below the spring.
After the girls had eaten their midday meal and washed the dishes, they stretched out on their cots for a siesta.
Jo Ann called over to Peggy teasingly, “Be sure to take a long nap today. I don’t want you to go to sleep and tumble off the ledge tonight. You’d make so much noise that you’d scare the bear away, and I want to get him tonight sure.”
“You’ll need plenty of sleep yourself to keep your eyes open to watch for him.”
Florence called over, “You both’d better stop talking and go on to sleep, or you’ll both tumble off the ledge.”
Shortly after dark that evening Peggy and Jo Ann started off toward the enclosure where the pigs were kept.
“We certainly need the flashlight tonight,” Peggy remarked. “It’s dark, isn’t it? The moon isn’t up nearly so high as it was the other night.”