“Oh, my! wouldn’t it be grand if we were all going back to school to-morrow?” burst out Phil.
“Oh, those good old baseball days!” cried Ben.
“And the skating and snowballing!” burst out Shadow.
“And the football!” added Dave. “Don’t you remember how we used to make Rockville Academy bite the dust?”
“And all those funny initiations in the Gee Eyes!” came from Roger.
“I think if I could do it, I’d like to go back to my first days there, even if I had to stand Gus Plum’s insolence,” said Dave, his eyes glistening.
“Yes. But we wouldn’t stand for such fellows as Merwell and Jasniff,” added Roger quickly.
“Oh, let’s forget all those bullies!” broke out Phil. “If we should——”
Phil did not finish, for Dave had suddenly put up his hand as a warning to be silent. Now our hero motioned his chums behind some of the rocks and brushwood beside the trail. Then he pointed to a large, flat rock a distance farther on.
“A bear!” gasped Shadow.