“It’s a bear!” wailed Doris. “I just know it is!”
“I don’t honestly think so,” replied Marjorie.
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know.”
They were quiet for a few minutes, and the sound kept recurring.
“Marj!” whispered Doris, “I can’t stand it! I’m going to call the men!”
“I wouldn’t, Doris.”
“I’ve got to—I’m so scared, I’d never live through the night.”
Immediately she let out a piercing shriek.
“Mr. Hilton! Bob!... Bears!”