“I’ll go ’long!” exclaimed the hunter, after a moment’s thought. “I used to be a prospector myself.”
More fuel was heaped on the fire, the adventurers wrapped themselves in their blankets and prepared to spend the night in the open.
It was past midnight when Bob was suddenly awakened by feeling some one trying to turn him over.
“Go ’way,” he said, sleepily. “Let me alone.”
Something cold and clammy was thrust against his face, and he heard the breathing and noted the peculiar smell of some wild animal.
With a shout of terror he sat upright. In the glow from the fire he saw, rearing up on his haunches before him, a big, black bear!