“I intend to go with him if he’ll let me,” put in Jack.
“I guess we’d all like to go along,” said Gif, with a laugh.
Not knowing what else to be at, Andy and Randy took a walk up the brook back of the bungalow. They were gone about half an hour when they came rushing back wild with excitement.
“We saw the bear!” gasped Andy, who was all but winded from running.
“He’s stretched out on some rocks sunning himself!” put in his brother.
“The bear! Where is he? Let’s get a shot at him!” exclaimed Fred, and, leaping up, ran for his gun.
All of the others did likewise, and in less than a minute the six campers, fully armed, were moving cautiously up the brook in the direction where the twins had said the bear had been located.
“We don’t want to make any noise,” whispered Jack.
“Is everybody’s gun in good condition?” questioned Gif, in an equally low tone. “We can’t take any chances, you know; that bear may be a real fighter when he’s aroused.”
At this each of the lads examined his weapon, to find it in good order and ready for use. They moved forward in a bunch, each straining his eyes to be the first to catch sight of bruin.