“Oh, yes. I’ll show you to-morrow,” was the answer. “Come over to breakfast, if you like.”
“Thank you, but I think it will be best to come over directly after breakfast,” answered Mrs. Martin.
Mr. Teeter disappeared in the woods with his two tame bears, and the Curlytops were quite delighted, talking of the fun they would have in the lumber camp the next day.
“I only hope those bears don’t get loose again in the night and poke their noses in our tent as Ted’s cow did,” said Mrs. Martin, as they made ready for bed.
“I don’t believe they will,” said her husband. “Mr. Teeter will be sure to chain them up well.”
“If a bear comes I would like to ride on his back!” stated Trouble. “Once I did ride on a nellifunt’s back. But I would like a bear ride, too.”
“Well, maybe you’ll get it!” laughed Janet, as she cuddled him in her arms.
In spite of what her husband had said about the bears being well secured, Mrs. Martin, several times in the night, awakened, thinking she heard the shaggy cubs shuffling along through the forest.
But nothing like this occurred, and morning came without anything having happened in the night. Breakfast was served and eaten, the things straightened up and put back in place, and off to the lumber camp started the Curlytops.
“There it is!” cried Ted, a little later, as they drove along the river road. He pointed to a cluster of log cabins in the woods, cabins set down in the midst of a clearing.