“No wonder they call this Big Bear Lake!” exclaimed Jack. “He was as big as any bear I ever saw in the Zoo.”
“And just to think we didn’t have a gun!” murmured Randy. “Oh, what rotten luck!”
“It’s the old story of seeing the biggest game when you haven’t got a gun,” remarked Randy. “What do you think, Gif?” he went on. “Would it be worth while to row to the bungalow and get our guns and go after that bear?”
“I don’t think so,” was the ready reply. “We scared him so that he’s probably a mile or more away by this time.”
“Just the same, I think we ought to come up and hunt for him some time,” said Jack. “We might be able to trail him through the brushwood.”
“Oh, yes! let’s hunt for him, by all means,” cried Fred.
“What if the bear does a little hunting on his own account?” questioned Andy.
“You’re not afraid, are you, Andy?”
“Oh, no, Fred. But when we go bear hunting we’ve got to be mighty careful. You know it isn’t like hunting rabbits or squirrels.”