In fact, Stripes was altogether one of the cleanest and daintiest and most gentlemanly of all the wild creatures.

But when he _had_ to, he could contract those muscles around the oil sac with such violence that the deadly oil--blinding and suffocating--would be shot forth to a distance of several feet, right into the face of the enemy.

And _that_, let me tell you, was never good for the enemy!" "Why ?" demanded the Babe.
But Uncle Andy only eyed him scornfully.

"When Stripes, quite civilly, looked at the bear, and then proceeded to smell around under the juniper bush for that bird's nest, which didn't seem to be there, the bear was much puzzled.

He put out his paw again--and again drew it back.
"Then he said 'Wah!' quite loud and sharp, to see if that would frighten the imperturbable stranger.