“You don’t mean that it was a real bear?” cried Frank Cameron.
“A bear, I tell you!” moaned Grace, rocking herself to and fro. “I told you they were here in the woods.”
“Oh, dear me!” screamed Mina. “What shall we do?”
“You didn’t see it, Grace?” demanded Wyn, sternly. “You only heard it.”
“I saw it, I tell you!”
“Not really?”
“Do–do you think I don’t know a bear when I see one?” demanded Grace. “He–he’ll be right after us—”
“No. If it was a real, wild bear he would be just as scared at seeing you as you would be at seeing him,” remarked the decidedly sensible captain.
“He–he couldn’t be as scared as I am,” moaned Grace, with considerable emphasis.
“I don’t believe there’s a bear within miles and miles of here!” declared Frank.