Juno him get away from me--I chase after--I catch.
Excuse, please."
"That's all right," said Betty, pleasantly. "We were frightened for
a minute."
"Verra sorry. Juno made the dance for the ladies!"
He blew some notes on a battered brass horn, and began some foreign
words in a sing-song tone, at which the bear moved clumsily about on its
hind feet.
"Juno--kiss!" the man cried.
The great shaggy creature extended its muzzle toward the man's face,
touching his cheek.
"Excuse--please," said the bear-trainer, smiling.
"Come on girls," suggested Amy. The place was rather a lonely one, though
there were houses just beyond, and the two men, in spite of their bows,
did not seem very prepossessing.
With hearts that beat rapidly from their recent flight and excitement,
the girls passed the bears, the men both taking off their hats and
bowing. Then the strange company was lost to sight down a turn in the
road, the notes of the bugles coming faintly to the girls.
"Gracious! That _was_ an adventure!" exclaimed Mollie.
"I thought I should faint," breathed Amy.
"Have a chocolate--do," urged Grace.
"They're nourishing," and she held out some.
"Girls, we must hurry," spoke Betty, "or we'll never get to Broxton
before the rain.
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