He soon heard the children whispering and laughing happily at the back of the cabin, then a door was closed softly and the lad heard only the soughing in the pine trees close to the porch and the humming of the winged insects far and near. Then he, too, fell into a much needed slumber. CHAPTER XIII. TWO LITTLE COOKS The kitchen of the log cabin had one window and a door which opened out into what Gerry called the "back-yard part of their ledge." It was only about fifty feet to the very edge, and Gerry crept on hands and knees to look over, that he might see where their "back-yard went." He lifted a face filled with awe and beckoned his sister to advance with caution. Lying flat, the two children gazed over the rim of the ledge, straight down a wall of rock, far below which the road could be seen curving. "Ohee!" Julie drew back with a shudder. "What if our cabin should slide right off this shelf that it's built on?" "It can't, if it wants to," the boy told her confidently. "We're safe here as anything. That's two ways a bear can't come," he continued; "but on the other side, where the creek is, and in front, where the stone steps are, I suppose the bear came in one of those two ways." The small girl looked frightened. "Oh, Gerry," she said, "what if a bear should come again? What would we do?" "Why, Dan would shoot it, just the way Dad did," the boy replied with great assurance. His big brother was his hero, and that he could not perform any feat required was not to be thought of for one moment. "But Dan hasn't a gun, has he?" Julie was not yet convinced. "Indeed he has, silly. Do you s'pose Dad would let us come into this wild country without guns? Dan has two in his trunk. One's a big fellow! Dad let me hold it once, and, Oh, boy, I'm telling you it's a heavy one. I most had to drop it, and I've got bully muscle. Look at what muscle I've got!" Gerry crooked his bare arm, but his sister turned away impatiently, saying: "Oh, I don't want to! You make me feel what muscle you've got most every day." Julie returned to the kitchen, but Gerry followed, and, if he were offended by her lack of interest in his brawniness, he did not show it. He was far too interested in the subject under discussion. "That big gun I was telling you about is the very one Dad used when he shot the grizzly, and if it shot one bear, then of course it can shoot another bear." The little girl was convinced. That seemed clear reasoning, but she interrupted when the boy began again, by saying: "Gerald Abbott, do stop telling bear stories, and help me clean up this kitchen. Jane won't be any more use than nothing and we might as well do things and pretend she isn't here, the way I wish she wasn't."