"Mike's back—I saw him go in his cabin a few minutes ago," said Cookee, turning to take some crackers from a jar.
He turned again to hand them to the twins but laughed when he found them gone—running for all they were worth to Mike's cabin.
"Funny lil' critters! An' don' they just love Mike!" said the cook to himself, as he started to roll out the biscuit dough.
"Hello, Mike! when did you get back?" cried both Don and Dot as they rushed into the cabin.
Without waiting for an answer, both children saw the two furry balls on the bunk and stepped softly over, to see what they were.
"Oh, the cuties! what are they, Mike?" cried Dot.
"Cubs; old bear's babbies!" said Mike, smiling at the twins as they hugged and cuddled the cubs.
"Oh, Mike! they will never grow up to hurt anyone, will they?" asked Dot, doubtfully.
"No siree! 'cause we are goin' to keep 'em and train 'em to be as good as a Newfoundland dog," said Don.
"But they are Mike's bears," said Dot.