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Tucker's sudden remembrance of a bear-fight. Their future was discussed after supper, and the advisability of leaving Trimington considered at some length. The towns and villages of England were at their disposal; Mr. Tucker's business, it appeared, being independent of place.
"I am going to paint the great bear-fight!" I answered enthusiastically. "Another tavern scene, I suppose," he remarked with a shrug. "Why not, Master Conrad? Is not a tavern scene as good as one in the forum?" I would have said a good deal, but we were standing at his door. "Good night, Maître Conrad," I cried, pressing his hand. "Don't bear a grudge against me for not going to study in Italy."
"It is hard for a man of your constitution to be shut up day after day as you are here. A little bear-fight now and then would do you almost as much good as an extra bottle of brandy, besides being cheaper." "Yes." Dumnoff yawned, displaying all his ferocious white teeth to the assembled company. "That is true and then, those green cloth policemen look so funny when one upsets them.
It's a family bear-fight, I conclude; but though I hate the kind of thing, Dick is sure to take care of me." Check for Aunt Agatha, whom this off-hand speech displeased for more reasons than one.
Now the legal duel is an advance on the collective bear-fight, if only because it brings home to the individual perpetrator of the crime that he will have to answer for it. Cranz, the great authority on the Eskimo of Greenland, naively remarks that a Greenlander dare not murder or otherwise wrong another, since it might possibly cost him the life of his best friend.
The supper was more cheerful than the dinner, though there was a certain constraint on the party, who were not all so seasoned as their host. He was in unusual spirits; so much so that Clontarf confided to a cornet, his particular friend, that "it was a pity the colonel could not have such a bear-fight once a fortnight, it put him into such a charming humor."
Jeff was never known to lie extravagantly about a bear-fight, and when he told how he pumped sixteen forty-four calibre bullets smack into the Monarch's shaggy breast and never "fazed" him, nobody openly doubted Jeff's story.
He jumped at that conclusion before he could see it clearly in the clouded starlight. From it there came a growling rumble, a deep breath that was like air escaping from a pair of bellows, and he saw faintly a huge, motionless shape beyond the stripped and upright sapling trunks. "Grizzly," said Brokaw, trying to keep himself on an even balance. "Big bear-fight to-morrow, Mac.
My bear her bear a great fight! Everybody in to see it. Nothing like a bear-fight, eh? S'prise her, won't it pretty little wench! When she sees her bear fighting mine? Betchu hundred dollars my bear kills Tara!" "To-morrow," said David. "I'll bet to-morrow. Where's the shack?" He was anxious to reach that, and he hoped it was a good distance away.
So he made a wild rush and flung himself headlong upon the waiting Honoria. "Oh! you want to bear-fight, do you? Two can play at that game," she cried, "you young rascal!"
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