“I know. But she’ll be all right by tomorrow.”
“Here’s hoping, but we’ll camp right here for the present.”
“You’re the boss,” Bob smiled as he leaned back against a tree.
“What’ll we do with that bear?” Jack asked a little later.
“I don’t see what we can do except leave it here. Did you see what became of the cub?”
“No. I was chasing it when I found you. In fact if it hadn’t been for that cub I might never have found you at all.”
“Suppose you take a look and see if you can find it. Now that its mother is dead it’ll likely starve to death.”
But though Jack hunted for more than an hour he failed to catch sight of it.
“Do you suppose it’s gone off far?” he asked as he returned and reported his failure.
“More likely it’s hiding somewhere close by.”