“Stop where you are!” came in the real estate dealer’s voice, as Runnell walked to the door and tried it, to find it locked. “If you attempt to come in you’ll get shot.”
“That’s the talk,” was added by Dan Marcy. “Possession is nine points of the law, and we want you to take your stuff and be gone!”
“But see here——” began Joel Runnell.
“We won’t argy with ye!” snarled Hiram Skeetles, as he appeared at the window, gun in hand. “Clear out, an’ be quick about it.”
Joel Runnell was about to say something far from complimentary to the pair, when a yell from the lake shore reached his ears. Fred was running toward him with a face full of fear.
“The bear! The bear!” he yelled. “He’s after me!”
CHAPTER XII
DRIVEN FROM THE LODGE
As soon as he heard Fred’s cry, Joel Runnell forgot for the time being his trouble with Hiram Skeetles and Dan Marcy.
“A bear?” he repeated. “Where is he?”
“He’s coming right after me!” yelled the stout youth. “Shoot him, or we’ll both be chewed up!”