d there were a lot of
human things about Neewa. The louder his mother bawled the more
distinctly he felt the shock of his world falling about him. If Noozak
had lost a part of her strength in her old age her voice, at least, was
still unimpaired, and such a spasm of outcry as she emitted could have
been heard at least half a mile away.

Neewa could stand no more. Blind with rage, he darted in. It was chance
that closed his vicious little jaws on a toe that belonged to Makoos,
and his teeth sank into the flesh like two rows of ivory needles.
Makoos gave a tug, but Neewa held on, and bit deeper. Then Makoos drew
up his leg and sent it out like a catapault, and in spite of his
determination to hang on Neewa found himself sailing wildly through the
air. He landed against a rock twenty feet from the fighters with a
force that knocked the wind out of him, and for a matter of eight or
ten seconds after that he wobbled dizzily in his efforts to stand up.
Then his vision and his senses returned and he gazed on a scene that
brought all the blood pounding back into his body again.

Makoos was no longer fighting, but was RUNNING AWAY--and there was a
decided limp in his gait!

Poor old Noozak was standing on her feet, facing the retreating enemy.
She was panting like a winded calf. Her jaws were agape. Her tongue
lolled out, and blood was dripping in little trickles from her body to
the ground. She had been thoroughly and efficiently mauled. She was
beyond the shadow of a doubt a whipped bear. Yet in that glorious
flight of the enemy Neewa saw nothing of Noozak's defeat. Their enemy
was RUNNING AWAY! Therefore, he was whipped. And with excited little
squeaks of joy Neewa ran to his mother.

CHAPTER THREE

As they stood in the warm sunshine of this first day of June, watching
the last of Makoos as he fled across the creek bottom, Neewa felt very
much like an old and seasoned warrior instead of a pot-bellied,
round-faced cub of four months who weighed nine pounds and not four
hundred.

It was many minutes after Neewa had sunk his ferocious little teeth
deep into the tenderest part of the old he-bear's toe before Noozak
could get her wind sufficiently to grunt. Her sides were pumping like a
pair of bellows, and after Makoos had disappeared beyond the creek
Neewa sat down on his chubby bottom, perked his funny ears forward, and
eyed his mother with round and glistening eyes that were filled with
uneasy speculation. With