“There’s a tablet in my suit case that I brought along to write letters on,” said Dick. “Will that do?”
“Have to,” Roy replied. “Can I find it?”
“Sure. Pull things out until you reach it. It’s there somewhere. Where’s Snip got to, Harry?”
“Oh, he’s around somewhere,” Chub answered. “I heard him barking like anything awhile ago. Probably he’s caught a bear.”
“Yes, a Teddy bear,” said Dick. “Here, Snip! Here, Snip!”
“I hope it’s a white one,” laughed Harry; “I like them better than the brown ones, don’t you?”
“Yes, the cinnamon gets up my nose,” Chub assured them. “Here he comes, with his tongue hanging out so far that he’s stepping on it! What did you find, Snipper-Snapper?”
“That’s not his name, Chub Eaton,” Harry remonstrated. “His name’s Darlingest Snip.”
“Well, come on, Darlingest Snip,” said Chub as Roy joined them; “but you must behave yourself and not kill any more bears. If you do you’ll be arrested for violation of the game laws of Fox Island.”