“Maybe you’ll wish he wasn’t,” commented Sam.
“I will not,” was Jack’s bold reply. “I’m going to get a shot at him now.”
“How are you going to get him out?”
“I’ll show you.”
Jack quickly made a torch of some dry bark, and lighting it, tossed it into the mouth of the cave. Then he ran quickly back, and with his chums stood waiting with ready rifle.
“We’d better separate a bit,” said Nat. “If he comes out with a rush, and you miss him, Jack, we can take a crack at him.”
This was voted good advice, and Sam, Will and Nat moved down the slope a short distance, leaving Jack nearer the cave.
“I guess he isn’t going to come out,” called Jack to his chums. “He’s asleep, maybe. I’ll try to wake him up.”
He caught up a large stone, and tossed it into the cave. Hardly had he done so than there sounded a series of angry growls, and with a loud “woof!” bruin appeared at the mouth of the cavern, his little eyes glistening with wrath, and the fur on his back raised in a long ridge.