Henry, standing on his hind legs, "arms" extended, was ready for fight, following a gentle prodding and a "Sick 'im, Henry," from his mistress.
The ranger whipped out his revolver.
"Drop that gun!" yelled Joe Shafto.

"That's my bear!" "Don't shoot! He is a pet bear," admonished Lieutenant Wingate.

"That is Henry.

Oh, are you awake ?" he added, as Hindenburg rolled over, blinked, and then dashed out and began barking at the stranger.
"What's this--a circus ?" wondered the ranger.
"I give ye fair notice it'll be a circus if ye don't let that bear be," warned the forest woman in a shrill high-pitched voice.
"Put away your gun, Mister Man.

There's nothing to shoot here, unless you get too confounded obstreperous," urged Hippy, now smiling.