[CHAPTER XV]
LOST IN A STORM
Either the bear was a better traveler than the boys gave the brute credit for being, or the trail was not as fresh as Bert had supposed. For though they went on and on, they did not see the black ungainly form of Bruin looming up before them.
They were traveling through a rather thin part of the forest then, making good time, for the snow was not so deep here. Occasionally they thought they had glimpses of the animal they sought, but it always proved to be nothing but a shadow, or a movement in the bushes, caused by the passage of some big rabbit.
“There he goes!” suddenly cried George, pointing to the left.
“Yes, that’s him!” eagerly agreed Jack.
Tom and Bert also agreed that they saw something more substantial, this time, than a shadow. But a moment later the black object, for such it had been, was lost sight of.
“Come on!” cried Tom, as enthusiastic as any of his chums. “We’ve got him now.”