“Where you going, Bunny?” asked his father.  “There’s no more danger; the bear has gone.”

“I—­I’m just going in here to get my pop gun, so if the bear comes back——­” Bunny said, “My pop gun is in here.”

“Oh,” said Mr. Brown, “I thought you were going to crawl in bed with your mother.”

“Oh, no—­no!” Bunny quickly answered, shaking his head.  “I—­I just want my pop gun.  But,” he went on, “if mother wants me to get in bed with her, and keep the bear away, why I will.  Don’t be afraid.  I’ll get in bed with you, Mother!”

“Oh, I guess the bear won’t come back,” said Mr. Brown with a laugh.

“Well, I’ll get in bed with mother anyhow,” said Bunny.  “I’ll have my pop gun all ready.”

By this time Uncle Tad, Bunker Blue and Sue had been awakened by the talk.  Outside the tent Splash could be heard barking, and there was a noise among the trees and bushes that told that the bear was running away.

“I—­I hope he doesn’t bite our dog,” said Bunny.

“Oh, I guess Splash will know enough to keep away from the bear,” replied Mr. Brown.  “Besides, I think the bear was only a tame one, anyhow.”

“A tame bear?” asked Uncle Tad, as he was told all that had happened.

“Yes.  He didn’t act at all like a wild one.  Besides, there aren’t any wild bears in this part of the country.  This was a tame one all right.”

“Where did it come from?” asked Mrs. Brown.

“Oh, I think it got away from some man who goes about the country making the bear do tricks.  Probably in the morning we’ll see the man looking for his bear,” answered her husband.

And that is just what happened.  There was no more trouble that night.  Everyone went to sleep again, Bunny in the cot with his mother; though when he was asleep and slumbering soundly, she carried him back to his own little bed near his father.

Soon after breakfast the next morning, when they were talking about the bear scare in the night, along came a man, who looked like an Italian organ-grinder.  He said he had a pet, tame bear, who had broken away from where he was tied, in the night.

And it was this bear who had wandered into the tent where Bunny was sleeping.  Where the bear was now no one knew, but the Italian said he would walk off through the woods, and see if he could not find his pet, which he had trained to do many tricks.

Two or three days later, Mr. Brown heard that the bear was safely found, so there was no more need to worry about his coming into the tent at night.

That day Daddy Brown, with the help of Uncle Tad and Bunker Blue printed a big cloth sign which they hung up between two trees.  The sign read: 

          CAMP REST-A-WHILE

“There,” said Daddy Brown, “now the postman will know where to find us when he comes with letters.”

“Oh, do they have mail up here?” asked Sue.