After replenishing the fire, Lieutenant Wingate began working on his saddle, the lining of which had that day been torn loose. He had been at his task for about an hour when Badger came in.
“Hey there, Jim! Why did you leave the camp unprotected?” demanded Hippy sharply.
The guide’s face flushed.
“I was chasin’ some bears that had been nosin’ ’bout the place.”
“From the camp?”
“Yes. They was tryin’ to git at our chuck.”
“Oh, all right. It’s a pity that we can’t take a shot at those fellows,” declared Hippy.
“Mebby you’ll git a chance when we git in the northeastern end-of the Park,” suggested the guide with a sly wink.
“Not a single little thing doing in that direction, Buddy. Don’t you make any such proposal to this outfit unless you want to get your walking papers,” warned Lieutenant Wingate.
“This outfit is mighty particular, ain’t it, eh?”