"Come down!" I said.

"Come down, Orso!" But Orso did not move.
"Bears don't come down head-foremost," cried Percy; "they turn around and come down backwards.

You ought to have a chain to his tail if you want to pull him down." "He hasn't got any tail!" exclaimed Genevieve.
I was in a quandary.

I might as well try to break the branch as to pull the bear down.

"If we had only thought of bringing a bucket of meat!" cried Percy.
"Would you mind holding the chain," I said to Walter, "while I try to drive him down ?" Of course the developed young man was not afraid to do anything I was not afraid to do, and he took the chain.