“Neither was the bear,” Dumplin’ answered.
Tom, Mr. Vreeland and the doctor now set about skinning the carcase, which weighed, the hunter estimated, about three hundred pounds. After that the doctor opened the stomach.
Bennie watched this operation for a moment, and then turned quickly away.
“What’s the matter?” his uncle asked.
“It—it isn’t what you’d call real sweet and pretty,” said Bennie.
“You’ll never make a doctor, then,” said his uncle.
“Not a bear doctor, anyhow,” Bennie laughed.
But Spider stood right by. He was intensely interested to see what the doctor found.
“Any evidences of a predatory diet?” he demanded.
“Of a what?” said Dumplin’ and Bennie. “Say, Mr. Peters, did you bring a dictionary?”