“Oh, if they’re tame bears, that’s another thing,” said the movie actor. “But I want to be sure they are tame.”
“Yes, they are,” said Mr. Martin. “The bears came to our camp last night. We thought they were wild, but they soon proved to be tame. Mr. Teeter has raised them from little cubs.”
“Just the thing for us, then,” said Mr. Birch. “We’ll have those bears filmed to-morrow. It will make a funny scene, Weldon, with you climbing out of a cabin window chased by bears.”
“All right—I’ll go through with it,” said the cowboy with a sigh and another funny face which made the Curlytops laugh. “But if they tear my clothes you’ll have to buy me a new suit.”
“I will,” promised the movie director.
By this time the moving picture actors and actresses had quieted down and were getting ready to take their parts in the film. They were to remain in the lumber camp several days, and the Curlytops were glad of this, for they liked to see the work being done.
Mr. Birch hurried off to arrange with the tamer of the bears about using the animals in a scene with Mr. Weldon. The latter remained to talk to the Martins.
“Is Mr. Portnay here?” asked Mr. Martin. “I don’t see anything of him.”
“No, he doesn’t take any part in this section of the film,” answered the cowboy. “But we expect him to join us in a few days. Did you get back your box of albums that his man took by mistake?”
“Yes. I have the box here in the car,” answered the father of the Curlytops. “We expect to reach Bentville soon, and then I will turn the old books and pictures over to Mr. Cardwell. I shall be glad to get rid of them, for I am always afraid something is going to happen to them.”