“I guess that’s right!” agreed Mr. Martin.
As the two bears wrestled, more in fun than in anger it seemed, the one who had knocked the sandwich from the one that first found it, dealt his companion such a blow as to send him staggering off against a tree. Then the second bear pounced on Trouble’s lost sandwich and soon ate it.
The first bear seemed to take it all good-naturedly and went sniffing for more tidbits that might have been tossed away or dropped by the campers.
“Oh, aren’t they cute!” exclaimed Jan, for by this time it was evident that the bears would do no harm. They came to eat—not to run the Curlytops off.
“I’d like to know whose they are,” said Teddy.
“And I hope they don’t stay here all night,” added Mrs. Martin. “I don’t want to go to sleep, knowing a bear—no matter how friendly he is—may poke his head in on me at any moment.”
“I’ll see if I can drive them away,” offered Mr. Martin.
“No, don’t do that!” begged his wife, clutching him by the arm. “They might turn on you and scratch you.”
“I don’t believe they will,” said her husband. “As you say, we don’t want to go to sleep with bears roaming around loose, even if they are tame bears.”
“Maybe they’ll go away themselves if we give them enough to eat,” suggested Janet.