“I think I’ll turn in, now that the excitement is all over,” announced Stacy at this juncture.
“You will not. You will assist us to prepare the carcass or you get no bear steak for breakfast.”
“I don’t care. I prefer venison anyway. Bear meat is too coarse for Emma and me. We prefer something lighter, more spiritual.”
“More is the meat of your argument, as usual,” flung back Miss Dean.
With Hippy’s assistance the bear was hung up from a pole which was thrust through its hocks, and White began deftly skinning it. The animal was then dressed and left to cool.
The guide was perspiring freely and so was Hippy.
“Good work, Lieutenant. I reckon this isn’t the first time you have dressed bear,” approved the guide.
“What now?” asked Hippy.
“You people had better go to bed. I shall sit up, for we may look for visitors before daylight.”
“Visitors!” cried the Overlanders.