"Come down here, ye beast! Come down, I say.

Henry, do ye hear me ?" Henry plainly did, but he took his time about obeying, and it was not until the light became stronger that he made a move to descend.

After reaching the last of the lower limbs of the tree, Henry slid the rest of the way down, dislodging the bark with his claws, a little shower of bark sifting over Joe, who was waiting at the base of the tree to welcome her pet.

This she did in characteristic fashion when he reached the ground, by giving him a few light taps with her ever-ready club.
Henry slunk away and sat down by himself to brood over his troubles, Hindenburg from a safe distance eyeing the bear, a dark ruff showing along his pugnacious little back.
Mrs.Shafto began the preparation of breakfast immediately after recovering her bear.

While she was doing this, the light now being strong enough to permit, Tom climbed the bank to examine the skidway from which the logs had swept down over their camp.