“I will,” said David, thinking it just as easy to deal with two bears, as long as he didn’t know in the least what to do with one. “Well, Peter was going to school—I mean out to shoot something, and he went down the road—”
“With his gun over his shoulder,” interrupted Joel.
“Yes, with his gun over his shoulder, and—and then he turned down the corner.”
“Don’t have any corner,” said Joel, “he went right straight into the woods, slap bang!”
“Oh, yes,” said David, “he went into the woods, and—”
“And have the bear—no, the two bears, come right now this very minute.”
“Yes,” said David, “I will. Well, Peter went into the woods, and he saw a big tree, and—”
“Ow! Don’t have any tree,” howled Joel. “Make a big hole for the bears to live in.”
“I won’t have any tree,” said David.
“Peter heard an awful noise,” and Joel growled fiercely, “and all of a sudden—gee whiz! and Peter looked up at a big pile of stones—no, let’s have it a cave, an awful big cave.”