He just hugs you up in those front paws of
his, lifts up his hind paw with claws six inches long, and with one great
sweep rips you to pieces. There's no need of a post-mortem to find out
how a man has died when a grizzly has got through with him. I've come
across such sights at times, and I didn't have any appetite for a day or
two afterward.
"But there's no use warning you young rascals, I suppose," he grinned.
"You're the kind that looks for trouble as naturally as a bee hunts
for clover. I'll bet at this very minute you're honing to get after a
silver-tip. Own up, now, ain't you?"
The boys laughed and flushed a little self-consciously.
"Hardly that, perhaps," answered Bert. "But if you should happen by any
chance to come across one, I wouldn't mind being along."
"Righto," said Dick emphatically.
"Same here," echoed Tom.
"Hopeless cases," said Mr. Melton quizzically, shaking his head. "I
suppose there's no use arguing with you. I was that way once myself, but
I've learned now to keep out of trouble as much as I can."
"Just as you did down in Mexico," suggested Dick slyly.
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