Some robber had invaded their treasure-house, and instantly Miki bared his fangs while Neewa wrinkled up his nose in an ominous snarl.

Soft-footed they advanced toward the sound until they came to the edge of a small open space which was as flat as a table.

In the centre of this space was a clump of currant bushes not more than a yard in girth, and black with fruit; and squatted on his haunches there, gathering the laden bushes in his arms, was a young black bear about four sizes larger than Neewa.
In that moment of consternation and rage Neewa did not take size into consideration.

He was much in the frame of mind of a man returning home to discover his domicile, and all it contained, in full possession of another.

At the same time here was his ambition easily to be achieved--his ambition to lick the daylight out of a member of his own kind.