"Perhaps the wolves might eat it and go off." "Call the bear," suggested Hippy after a brief silence.
The Overland Riders shouted, and the forest ranger grinned, the bull pup joining in the merriment by barking and dashing about the camp, taking a gentle nip at Henry's flank as he passed that none too good-natured beast.
"I reckon this _is_ a circus after all," choked the guide, trying to talk and eat a slice of tough bacon at the same time.

"Tell me what happened about that fire.

I reckon you haven't told the whole of it." Hippy thereupon related what they had discovered after the fire, as well as the experiences they had gone through preceding the fire, to all of which the forest ranger lent an attentive ear.
"Hm-m-m!" he mused.

"Reckon you haven't heard the last of that outfit.
Tatem'll have it up his sleeve for you long as he lives.

Keep your eyes peeled.