"I'm sure he'll find good hunting," the other gave him back, looking up genially.
"He is a good hunter, señor."
"Don't doubt it a bit," granted the cordial Anglo-Saxon. "Trouble is that even the best hunters can't tell whether they are going to bring back the bear, or Mr. Bear is going to get them. That's what makes it exciting, I reckon."
"Is Don Manuel going bear-hunting?" asked Jimmie, with a newly aroused boy interest.
"Yes, Jimmie. One's been bothering him right considerable, and he's going gunning for it," explained Dick.
"Gee! I hope he gets it."
"And I hope he don't," laughed Gordon. "Must you really be going, colonel? Can't I do a thing for you in the refreshment line first? Well, so long. Good hunting for your friend. See him later."
Thus cheerfully did the irrepressible Gordon speed Mr. Ainsa on his way.
That young man had somehow the sense of having been too youthful to cope with the gay Gordon.