"Dead certain—-but I don't know how long he will stay there. Oh, if I had only had my gun with me!" groaned Snap. "I could have brought him down as easy as pie!"
"Aren't you going to take your camera?" asked Giant as he drew in his line and took both his photo outfit and his firearm.
"Yes, I forgot," said the doctor's son, and picked up his camera again. "Don't shoot till we get a snapshot," he said to Snap, who, gun in hand, was already off.
"All right; but we don't want to lose the bear," answered the other young hunter.
"Of course not!"
With Snap in the lead, the three boys sneaked swiftly but silently down the mountain brook until they came to the spot from which Snap had discovered the bear. Here they halted, and the others looked enquiringly at their leader.
"I saw him right over yonder," whispered Snap. "Go slow, now, or you'll scare him."
With bated breath the three young hunters advanced down the tiny stream. They gained the shelter of some dense brushwood and gazed around eagerly. Not a sign of a bear was to be seen anywhere.
"Maybe you were dreaming, Snap," murmured Giant.
"No, I wasn't—-I saw him just as plain as day."