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“When you must take a chance, always do the thing no one expects you to do,” was what his mother had said over and over again.
“Those cubs expect me to run out at one end or the other,” thought Peter. “They don’t expect me to run out where either is at work. To do that will take them by surprise. It is my best chance. Yes, sir, it is my best chance.”
Peter crept toward the edge where Boxer was at work tearing that brush apart. Once more his heart seemed to be in his mouth, and it was going pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat. Watching his chance, he darted out under Boxer’s very nose.
CHAPTER XIII
A GREAT MIX-UP OF LITTLE BEARS
If I blame you and you blame me
’Tis clear we’re bound to disagree.
Mother Bear.