He was clawing and biting and snarling savagely, and Grace was much concerned for her rope, which was one of her prized possessions.
"What do you suggest, Hippy ?" she asked.
"Either cut the rope or shoot him, or else let him liberate himself." "He will have to be shot.

I am sorry, but it seems the only way," decided Grace.

"Will you do it, Hippy ?" "Sure I will.

Mighty glad for the opportunity.

We will have bear steak for breakfast." "Perhaps we shall have jail to digest it in.