"The largest bear has been borne down, the others still remain. Niels Böen has been badly hurt, because Lars's rifle missed its mark, and the bears rushed straight at them. The boy who went with them saved himself only by throwing himself flat on the ground, and pretending to be dead, and the bear did not touch him. As soon as Lars and Niels had killed their bear, they shot his also. Hurrah!"
"Hurrah!" shouted all, both girls and boys, and up from their seats, and out through the door, they sprang, and off they ran over field and wood to Böen, as though there was no such thing as a school-master in the whole world.
The girls soon complained that they were not able to keep up, but the boys took them by the hand and away they all rushed.
"Take care not to touch it!" said Thorvald; "it sometimes happens that the bears become alive again."
"Is that so?" asked Marit.
"Yes, and they appear in a new form, so have a care!"
And they kept running.
"Lars shot the largest one ten times before it fell," he began again.
"Just think! ten times!"
And they kept running.