“Sí, señorita, you much good!” Juan ejaculated, then began jabbering so fast that Jo Ann could not understand a single word. He kept gesturing toward the trickle of blood leading toward the ravine.
Jo Ann shook her head. “Not tonight, Juan. Mañana we go.”
“Sí, mañana,” he agreed and then set to work repairing the hole the bear had torn in the enclosure, while Peggy held the flashlight for him.
“I believe it’ll be a long time before Mr. Bear comes back here,” Jo Ann declared in a satisfied tone.
As soon as Juan had finished, the girls, with a “Buenas noches,” to him, started off toward the house.
CHAPTER XII
JO ANN’S TROPHY
When Jo Ann and Peggy reached the house, Florence met them at the door. “My, I’m glad to see you!” she exclaimed. “Ever since we heard those shots, Mother and I’ve been worried. Did you kill the bear?”
“I’m not sure. I know I wounded him, because I saw the blood on the ground,” Jo Ann replied, “and I kind of believe I killed him. We heard him shamble off up the ravine, but I don’t believe he went very far.”
“Judging by that stream of blood, I feel sure he couldn’t have lasted long,” Peggy added.
“That’s fine!” praised Florence. “Now Juan won’t lose any more of his pigs.”