Mike looked about for help and found every window about the clearing with a face pressed against it. He yelled for the cook.
"Cookee! Him make Mike's lil' gun ready!—in cabin!"
The cook, seeing that the wild beast was safely shut up for the time being, ran out of his kitchen and hurried over to Mike's aid. Mike made him understand that a revolver was to be found in his cabin. Cookee ran and loaded it, coming back to Mike's side, just as the bear, snarling and chewing at the inner sill in his rage to get out, poked his head through the opening.
"Cookee, hol' fas' door—Mike put gun in him head!" said Mike, as he motioned the cook to take his place at the door.
At that moment, Don came out and shouted to Mike.
"Hi, there, Mike! Let's leave him in there and keep him caged up until we go home. Dot and I'll sleep in the office if you'll let the bear live there."
"Yes, Mike, please do," added Dot.
"Whaf'fer?" asked Mike.
"To sell to the Central Park Menagerie!" shouted Don.
"The big father bear and his two children will be fine for everyone to come and see, and Dot and I'll get a heap of money fer 'em, and you can have half," added Dot.