He had first gathered up something and made a bundle of it under one
of his arms.
Bud, looking closely, believed that he knew what the other scout had
collected.
"Dead weeds, as sure as anything! Bears don't eat dried weeds, do
they? If he had 'em dripping with wild honey p'raps it might do the
business, because they say bears go crazy when they get sniff of
honeycomb."
"All of which is true enough, Bud," Hugh told him; "but when you think
Ralph expects to coax the bear to come out, you're barking up the
wrong tree. It's my opinion force would be a much better word,
because he means to compel him to vacate."
"Now you have got me guessing, Hugh; If you know, please take me
into the game. There, Ralph's climbing up where the roof is lowest.
It wasn't much of a boost for a fellow as active as he is. What
d'ye think he'll do next?"
"Make for the chimney, unless I'm away off, which I don't think I am.
There, you see he's up already. What does he seem to be doing now,
Bud?"
"Why, I declare if he isn't crunching all that dry stuff down the
old chimney! Oh! now I've got it, Hugh! He's going to smoke the
bear out!"
"I shouldn't wonder but what that is just what he expects to do,"
chuckled Hugh; "and let's watch and see how it works.
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