“Oh, I know that.”
The boys could not resist the temptation to row to the point of rocks where they had seen the bear, and they even went ashore to take a look around. They soon satisfied themselves that bruin was no longer in that vicinity.
“My! but didn’t he look big when he sat up?” cried Fred. “I’ll bet he was eight feet high.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, Fred,” answered Jack. “Just the same, he was pretty big for a black bear.”
“I’d hate to have him rise up in front of me and hug me,” said Spouter.
“I wonder if there are any other bears around here,” remarked Fred.
“More than likely. It’s very seldom that you’ll find a bear traveling entirely alone. Most likely the mate of the bear is somewhere around.”
At last the boys turned away from the rocky point and rowed out of the cove in the direction of their bungalow. They had spent more time than they had expected, and now found the sun setting over the trees to the westward.
“Gee, this rowing has made me as hungry as any bear!” announced Randy.