"Jee-whizz!" cried Billy, all on the hop now with excitement. "Then I s'pose they're goin' to have a badger fight?"
"A badger fight! Who're ye gettin' at?" retorted Dick, ironically.
"Why, ther'll be a badger fight with dogs, of course. Don't ye know, Dick, that a badger, when his dander's fairly riz, can fight like a whole sackful of wild cats? It's rare sport, badger-baitin', I can tell ye, an' jest the real thing to try the stuff young dogs is made of."
"Better'n rats?" asked Dick, in turn growing excited at the vista of unexpected possibilities opening out before him.
"Rats ain't in it with badgers," replied Billy, disdainfully.
"Then I 'spect Grizzly Jim's gone down town to hunt up some dogs," suggested Dick.
"Certain sure."
"Wal, hadn't you best come to our place right now, an' have a good look at the critter 'fore the crowd begins to roll up?"
"I guess there's some sense in that. Let's skoot along, Dick."
So the two boys set off at a quick pace towards the hotel. And as they walked Dick described the badger's points.