ee believes in fitting names to fact,
and Petoot-a-wapis-kum certainly fitted the unknown bear like a glove.)

Taken utterly by surprise, with his mouth full of berries, he was
bowled over like an overfilled bag under the force of Neewa's charge.
So complete was his discomfiture for the moment that Miki, watching the
affair with a yearning interest, could not keep back an excited yap of
approbation. Before Pete could understand what had happened, and while
the berries were still oozing from his mouth, Neewa was at his
throat--and the fun began.

Now bears, and especially young bears, have a way of fighting that is
all their own. It reminds one of a hair-pulling contest between two
well-matched ladies. There are no rules to the game--absolutely none.
As Pete and Neewa clinched, their hind legs began to do the fighting,
and the fur began to fly. Pete, being already on his back--a
first-class battling position for a bear--would have possessed an
advantage had it not been for Neewa's ferocious hold at his throat. As
it was, Neewa sank his fangs in to their full length, and scrubbed away
for dear life with his sharp hind claws. Miki drew nearer at sight of
the flying fur, his soul filled with joy. Then Pete got one leg into
action, and then the other, and Miki's jaws came together with a sudden
click. Over and over the two fighters rolled, Neewa holding to his
throat-grip, and not a squeal or a grunt came from either of them.
Pebbles and dirt flew along with hair and fur. Stones rolled with a
clatter down the coulee. The very air trembled with the thrill of
combat. In Miki's attitude of tense waiting there was something now of
suspicious anxiety. With eight furry legs scratching and tearing
furiously, and the two fighters rolling and twisting and contorting
themselves like a pair of windmills gone mad, it was almost impossible
for Miki to tell who was getting the worst of it--Neewa or Pete; at
least he was in doubt for a matter of three or four minutes.

Then he recognized Neewa's voice. It was very faint, but for all that
it was an unmistakable bawl of pain.

Smothered under Pete's heavier body Neewa began to realize, at the end
of those three or four minutes, that he had tackled more than was good
for him. It was altogether Pete's size and not his fighting qualities,
for Neewa had him outpointed there. But he fought on, hoping for some
good turn of luck, until at last Pete got him just where he wanted him
and began rak