“What do you think of that, Fred?” demanded Grant. “These fellows go back in the woods and stuff themselves with a lot of berries and don’t even bring one back to the two who are working hard to prepare food for them.”
“We didn’t eat any ourselves.”
“You didn’t?” exclaimed Grant. “What was the matter with them; weren’t they good?”
“I guess they were,” said John. “We didn’t try any though.”
“What’s the matter?” inquired Fred. “What are you two trying to say anyway? You found a lot of berries but you didn’t bring any back and you didn’t eat any yourself. What’s the reason you didn’t?”
“Somebody was there ahead of us,” said George.
“The owner you mean?” asked Grant. “Wouldn’t he give you any?”
“It wasn’t the owner,” said George. “It was somebody else.”
“I wish you’d stop talking in riddles,” exclaimed Grant impatiently. “Why don’t you tell us what happened!”
“There was a bear there,” said John. “He liked berries too.”