"Come on up to the next limb," said Bob, nervously. "I don't want any of those critters to sample me." And he climbed up and Mark did the same.
"Bob, we're treed."
"That's so. But the presence of the dogs must mean that a house is near."
"I wish the owner of the dogs would come along and call them off."
"Let us yell for help."
Both raised their voices and called several times. Then the bloodhounds bayed for half a minute, but no answer came back.
"If the owner is around he isn't paying much attention," said Mark, ruefully. "I'd like to know what the dogs will do next."
"As they can't climb the tree they'll most likely stay below."
"Yes, but for how long?"
"That's a riddle I can't answer. Maybe they'll keep us here all night."