“What stuff?”
“The bear-bait that you have been distributing along the way and in camp?”
“I—I did—”
“Stacy!” rebuked Emma. “Be a good little George Washington now, and confess to Hamilton that you cut down the cherry tree.”
“I realized that there was something familiar in the odor that we detected here last evening, but I could not place it. That odor is here now. It is bear-bait, and we have you to thank for our unexpected Sunday dinner,” accused Ham White.
“Stacy Brown! Did you do that?” demanded Nora severely.
“Well, it was this way,” admitted the fat boy.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had the urge to do this terrible thing so that I might demonstrate over you?” begged Emma.
“Oh, demonstrate over the wild animals.”
“That is what I have suggested,” reminded Emma. “The wild animal did not give me the cue.”