He had been badly frightened, had Twinkly Eyes, the littlest bear cub, when Woof shoved him into the lake. But underneath it all he had had a comfortable feeling that Mother Black Bear would somehow come to the rescue. There had never been a time, in all the five months of his existence, when she had not solved his troubles for him. But now! To have Mother herself drop him in! It was too much! There was no hope anywhere. No one to rescue him! No way ever to get out again unless he found a way himself! As this fact dawned on him he struck out with his broad fore paws, his nose turned to shore. So vigorous were his efforts that the first thing his untrained little body did was to go down, down, down to the very bottom of the pond. But he held his breath, because he remembered the time before, when he had swallowed so much water. Somehow, he scarcely knew just how it happened, he found himself coming up again, safely enough. “Wuhr! Splurf!” he gasped. “Good work,” encouraged Mother Black Bear. “You see, you couldn’t drown if you wanted to!” But already Twinkly Eyes had gone under water again, and this time he made the mistake of losing his nerve and trying to squeal for help. Of course that filled his nose with water, and that frightened him still more, till the first thing he knew, he was flapping about on the bottom of the pond with the most awful feeling he had ever known. His eyes he kept tight closed to keep the water out and not knowing where he had landed made it all the worse. As an actual fact he hadn’t been under a minute before Mother Black Bear had pulled him out again. But to the five months cub, it seemed an hour. “Help, Help!” he gasped, the minute his nose came above water. His mother, seeing how terrified he had become, towed him gently to the bank and left him there to shake himself dry in the sun while she finished with his brother Woof. This fat fellow had been enjoying Twinkly’s struggles as he paddled slowly about the pond, and his little black eyes danced with laughter. But Twinkly had not given it up. That laughter was more than he could stand. “I’ll get you for that,” he growled in his high-pitched little voice, running around the bank to the point nearest his brother. With one mighty leap he landed fairly on top of Woof. And Woof? Why, he simply took one deep breath and went under, and Twinkly went under with him. But this time he was too mad to be afraid. He forgot even to shut his eyes. Being able to see how near the bottom of the pond really was did more than you can imagine to give him confidence in himself. The next thing Mother Black Bear knew, both cubs were swimming with all the zest of small boys. But her pleasure was short lived. For rattling through the underbrush at that very moment came Mrs. Porcupine with three prickly babies, headed straight for their pond! V MRS. PORCUPINE SHOWS FIGHT