But come away, man, there's a bit bannock here, and some honey." "I'm in a hurry, Mrs.Cameron, and I can't very well wait," said Hughie, trying to preserve an evenness of tone and not allow his excitement to appear.
"Well, well! What's the matter, whatever ?" When Hughie refused a "bit bannock" and honey, something must be seriously wrong.
"Nothing at all, but I'm just wanting Don for a--for something." "Well, well, just go to the old barn and cry at him." Hughie found Don in the old barn, busy "rigging up" his plow, for the harvest was in and the fall plowing was soon to begin.
"Man, Don!" cried Hughie, in a subdued voice, "it's the greatest thing you ever heard!" "What is it now, Hughie?
You look fairly lifted.

Have you seen a ghost ?" "A ghost?
No, something better than that, I can tell you." Hughie drew near and lowered his voice, while Don worked on indifferently.
"It's a bear, Don." Don dropped his plow.

His indifference vanished.

The Camerons were great hunters, and many a bear had they, with their famous black dogs, brought home in their day, but not for the past year or two; and never had Don bagged anything bigger than a fox or a coon.
"Where did you see him ?" "I didn't see him." Don looked disgusted.

"But he was in our house last night." "Look here now, stop that!" said Don, gripping Hughie by the jacket and shaking him.
But Hughie's summer in the harvest-field had built up his muscles, and so he shook himself free from Don's grasp, and said, "Look out there! I'm telling you the truth.