“Di—id you kill ’em?” stammered the fat boy.
“No, of course we didn’t. We gave them two blankets to chew on. I think we shall have to charge those blankets up to you,” threatened Hippy.
“Take it out of the bears’ hides,” advised Stacy. “I’m not settling their bills.”
“Look here, Stacy, what did you do to stir those animals up?” demanded Tom Gray.
“Noth—”
“Stacy!” warned Emma. “Don’t quibble. They were very angry about something.”
“I didn’t do much of anything, but—” began Stacy and paused.
“Yes, yes,” urged Hippy.
“Well, it was this way. I saw a couple of bear cubs playing leap frog on the green, and—and I—I thought I’d catch one of them and bring it to camp for a mascot.”
The Overlanders groaned.