“And you?” Jeanne still held his hand.
“Plain Dan Baker. A ham actor. You never heard of me. And never will. They won’t let me hoof it in the sticks any more.”
“I am not sure of that,” Jeanne’s face was sober. “Once to every man and nation. Your time may come.
“But the bears?” She whirled about. “What of the six ferocious bears?”
As she turned she saw with a start that a second man, a young man with dark skin and very black eyes, had dropped to the bench on the other side of Dan Baker.
Did Dan Baker know this? Was he acquainted with this young man? If so, he made no sign but went straight on with his story.
“Oh, yes, the bears!” He chuckled. “There they were, six bears, brown bears; no, grizzlies. There they were ready to eat me.
“What did I do? I began dancing and making faces. A bear’s got a sense of humor; oh, yes, a very keen sense of humor.
“No time at all till I had ’em; had ’em good. Most appreciative audience you ever saw.
“Then, still dancing, I began chucking them hard under their chins, cracking their teeth on their tongues. See!