CHAPTER XXIV
JACK GETS A BEAR
“Fellows,” spoke Jack, and his voice trembled in spite of his efforts to render it steady, “we’ve got to get at the bottom of this.”
“That’s right,” agreed Bony.
“Maybe Bill can tell us something,” suggested Sam.
“Long Gun ought to know something about it. He’s lived around here all his life,” said Budge, speaking plainly this time.
“Long Gun thinks it’s spirits or something like that,” remarked Jack. “He’s so scared he can’t speak. But what about you, Bill? Are you sure you heard it before?”
“Yes,” replied the newcomer. “I heard that same noise about a week ago. I was in a lumber camp, to which I had worked my way, and one night, just about this time, we all heard that rushing sound in the air. Some of the men were frightened, but others said it was a flight of eagles or other big birds.”
“That’s what we thought it was, first,” came from Nat. “But I don’t believe it now.”