The Babe, startled, shrank closer to his uncle's knee, and stared up at him with round eyes of inquiry.
"He's in a hurry, all right, and doesn't care who knows it!" chuckled Uncle Andy.

But his shaggy brows were knit in some perplexity.
"Who's _he_ ?" demanded the Babe.
"Well, now," protested Uncle Andy, as much as to say that the Babe ought to have known that without asking, "you know there's nothing in these woods big enough to make such a noise as that except a bear or a moose.

And a moose can't go up a tree.

You heard that fellow fall down out of a tree, didn't you ?" "Why did he fall down out of the tree ?" asked the Babe, in a tone of great surprise.
"That's just what I--" began Uncle Andy.

But he was interrupted.
"Oh! _Oh_! It's stung me!" cried the Babe shrilly, jumping to his feet and slapping at his ear.