"
Bud began dancing up and down in new excitement.
"We did leave a lot of grub in there, fellows," he told them; "and
chances are that the old black sinner has gone and spoiled what he
couldn't eat. That's a habit with bears, I'm told; they're about as
bad as hogs that way."
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" asked Hugh, looking
around at his two chums.
"We've got a gun!" suggested Bud.
"But we didn't come up here to do any hunting, and besides, scouts
as a rule don't go around gunning for game," said Ralph.
"Hugh," said Bud, trying to appear cool and collected, "you've got to
decide this for us, because I look at it one way, and here's Ralph
saying it wouldn't be right for us to try and plug this old bear.
Will we just try to shoo him away, or give him a few cold chunks \
of lead?"
Hugh smiled and nodded to Ralph.
"You lose this time, Bud," he said, "because I'm siding with Ralph
here. If we were really hungry and in need of food, of course I'd
say we had a right to get fresh meat; but we're on our way home now,
and seems to me it would be a shame to spoil all our splendid sport
by being cruel to a poor old bear that doesn't know any better than
to gobble flour and anything else he finds lying around loose.
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