e. I will shoot him. Do you see?"

"Ki, yiyi," answered Huskie again, meaning this time, "I do."

Huskie ran up and down, in and out among the ice piles, until his feet
were sore. He was very anxious to find Big White Bear. Whenever a little
fellow has a chance to harm a big fellow he thinks is a bully, he always
wants to do it. Did you ever notice that?

So Huskie ran on and on, even if his feet were sore.

"Hello!" He had just gone around something he thought was an ice pile
when he heard a voice.

Looking up, he saw the face of Big White Bear. What he was going around
wasn't ice at all. It was Big White Bear. And, my! What a monster he
was! Huskie had to look away off at Cape Prince of Wales Mountain and
look again at Big White Bear before he could tell which was the larger,
bear or mountain.

He wanted to run away. But Big White Bear was so very near he didn't
dare to, so he just said "Hello!" But to himself he said, "Big White
Bear is a big, big bully, just as Omnok said. I am glad he is going to
get killed."

"Who are you?" asked Big White Bear.

"I'm Huskie, the Malemute dog. Who are you?"

"I am a Polar Bear. Where did you come from?"

"My home's over there on the shore," said Huskie, pointing his nose
toward shore. "Where'd you come from?"

"I came from far, far North. I've never been here before. Didn't mean to
come this time. Last night I went to sleep on a corner of Old Ocean's
blanket. Old Ocean put up his knee in his sleep, and my corner of the
blanket slid right down here. What do you think about that?"

"Very strange."

Now Huskie is a great fighter himself, for a little fellow. And great
fighters like fight stories. He was just itching to know all about Big
White Bear's big fights.

"Who'd you kill last?" he asked.

"Who did I kill?" said Big White Bear, opening his eyes very wide.

"Yes, was it a very bad fight?"

"A bad fight?"

"Yes, you don't seem much scratched up for a great fighter. Look at me;
one leg bent, nose split, and scarred up all over," said Huskie proudly.

"Do you think I'm a great fighter?"

"Of course you are. Omnok says--" Huskie caught himself just in time. If
Big White Bear knew all about Omnok, he'd run away.

"Why, I never fight anybody," said Big White Bear gravely.

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Huskie. "That's a good story. You never fight any
one. What a fib!"

"It's the truth."

"The truth? Ha! Ha! Of course that's not true. You're a bear. All bears