Immediately Bumpus called out:
“What’s that lumbering along over yonder, Thad? Looks to me like an old, cinnamon-colored cow.”
Thad took one look.
“You’re away off there, Bumpus,” he remarked, in a thrilling tone; “because those two wise mules knew what was coming. That is anything but a cow or even a bull. It’s a bear!”
“A bear!” almost shrieked Bumpus, making a dive for the nearest tent, in which lay his nice ten-bore Marlin, loaded with buckshot shells.
“Yes,” Thad went on, “and a great big grizzly bear at that. Let’s hope he’ll give us the go-by, and walk on about his own business!”
CHAPTER III.
WHEN THE FOXES TOOK TO THE TREES.
“Bang!”
“Hold on there, Bumpus, you’re crazy!” shouted Thad.
“Bang!” went the other barrel of the new ten-bore gun, with which the fat scout was determined he would sooner or later get a bear.