“But I got a motor, an outboard motor,” he added cheerfully. “Man gave it to me this morning. It’s a hummer. Plenty of boats. We’ll go find them. Broke an oar, like as not.”
“Oh! Do you think so? Could we?”
This tow-headed boy had suddenly become a savior in Jeanne’s eyes.
“What’ll we do with the bear?” the boy asked doubtfully.
“Do you think we could take him?”
“Don’t he bite?”
“Tico? Never! He is tame. Oh, very!”
“We might try.”
Ten minutes later an outboard motor began its put-put-put. A sixteen foot boat with Jeanne in the prow, Turkey Trot in the stern, and the ponderous bear in the middle, was headed out toward Gull Rock Point.
“Know where they fish, I do,” Turkey Trot shouted above the noise of the motor. “Find ’em out there somewhere.”