“Yes.”
“They did not get into our provisions, did they, Mr. Badger?”
“No. I drove them off before they found the chuck.”
“Do you know, Jim, there’s something queer about the visit of those bears—I haven’t found a sign of a trail left by them. How do you explain that?” questioned Hippy good-naturedly.
“I don’t. There’s no accountin’ for bears,” grinned the guide.
Hippy said he agreed with Badger on that point.
“By the way, Jim, did you hear about the robbery at the hotel last night?” interjected Grace.
“Robbery? No. I ain’t been away from the camp. Who got robbed?”
Grace told him what she knew of the occurrence, omitting, of course, the investigations of herself and Hippy, to all of which Badger listened with eager interest.
“That’ll give the Park guards somethin’ to do, I reckon,” he chuckled. “But the chances are they won’t catch the thieves. There’s lots of good hidin’ places in the Park, and the guards don’t know all of them.”