Each was conscious of something alive, and warm, and soft, and comfortable--with motherly suggestion in the contact.

The baby turned with a sob and flung her arms about the bear.

The bear, snuggling his narrow black snout under her arm as if to shut out the fearful sight of the waves, made futile efforts to crawl into a lap that was many sizes too small to accommodate him.
"In some ten minutes more the wild ledges were past.

The surges sank to foaming swirls, and the raft once more journeyed smoothly.

The two little voyagers, recovering from their ecstasy of fear, looked at each other in surprise--and the bear, slipping off the baby's lap, squatted on his furry haunches and eyed her with a sort of guilty apprehension.
"Here it was that the baby showed herself of the dominant breed.