Yet he didn't want to walk right over the bear--not at all.

And he had no intention of making things disagreeable for the clumsy-looking stranger." "Huh, what could _he_ do to _him_ ?" interrupted the Babe again.

He had the greatest faith in bears.
"_Will_ you wait!" groaned Uncle Andy.

"But first let me explain to you the peculiar weapon with which Stripes, and all the Terror-Tail family, do their fighting when they have to fight--which they are quite too polite to do unnecessarily.

Some distance below his bushy, graceful tail, sunken between the strong muscles of his thighs, Stripes had a shallow pit, or sac, of extraordinarily tough skin containing a curious gland which secreted an oil of terrible power.
"The strong muscles surrounding this sac kept the mouth of it always so tightly closed that not an atom could get out to soil the little owner's clean, dainty fur, or cause the slightest smell.