“Then I’ll stay here, and sort of keep on the watch in camp,” said Jim, for they had made a camp in the place where the airship had descended.
“And don’t let the professor wander too far away,” cautioned Mr. Brill, as he and Ned prepared to go on a hunt.
“I’ll have a good fire to cook any bear steaks, if you bring in any,” said Bob. Jerry was left to labor over the rudder. He needed only such help as Bob or Jim Nestor could give.
Ned and Harvey Brill traveled on for some miles without getting any sign of game. Then the miner, who had been something of a hunter in his day, came to a sudden stop, and, pointing to the ground, said:
“There are the tracks, boy!”
“Bear?” asked Ned excitedly.
“That’s what! And they’re fresh, too!”
Cautiously they followed the trail, the tracks becoming more pronounced each minute. Finally, as they turned a rocky headland, they came to a little glade, and there, feeding on some berry bushes, they saw a large brown bear.
“Get him, boy!” exclaimed Harvey, generously giving up his chance. “His back is toward us, and the wind’s blowing from him to us. Plug him right under the ear!”