That night Mills looked at the sky, sniffed the wind, and announced rain before two days.
“We’ll beat it with an early start,” he said “Everybody ready at seven-thirty. Where are you going to bunk, Joe?”
He had been told about the bear, Joe saw.
“I’m going to bunk where I did last night,” Joe answered.
“In the hammock?”
“No, in the cedars.”
“Good-night, nurse!” said Bob. “No more Big Ben for mine.”
“Are you really?” Lucy asked. “Aren’t you foolish?”
“Maybe,” said Joe, “though it was probably a tame bear. But if I don’t, Mr. Mills will guy me all summer. I’ll stay there this time, if he eats me alive!”
“That’s the right spirit,” said Lucy. “If I were a boy, I’d stay with you!”