I felt that my pedagogical position made it incumbent upon me to take immediate action, but for the life of me I could not think of an appropriate phrase.
"Give him high English!" cried Mr.Larramie.

"That's often classic enough! Tell him to descend!" "Orso, descend!" I cried, giving a little foreign twang to the words.
Immediately the bear began to twist like a caterpillar upon the limb, he extended his hind-legs towards the trunk, he seized it with his fore-paws.

He began slowly to move downward.
"Hurrah!" cried Percy, "that hit him like a rifle-ball! Hurrah for high English! That's good enough for me!" "Look at his hind hands!" cried Genevieve.

"He has worn all the hair off his palms!" I hurried from the tree and reached the ground before the bear.

Then taking the end of the chain, I advised the others to move out of the woods while I followed with the bear.