“About three or four yards from the doorway to the cave.”
“Humph! A fellow might crawl up and grab it,” mused Harry.
“No! no! doan’ yo’ go fo’ to do nuffn’ so foolish!” cried Pickles. “Dat b’ar will come out an’ dat will be de end ob you!”
“That’s so,” said Andy. “Let the bear satisfy himself and go off when he pleases.”
“Ah, I have it!” cried Harry, an idea striking him. “Just stay where you are, fellows; I think I can do up his bearship in a way he won’t be looking for.”
“What are you going to do?” questioned Boxy.
“Wait and see.”
On the instant Harry was off. Instead of walking toward the cave, he made a detour, coming up at one end of the high cliff.
He found a place where he could ascend the icy slope without much difficulty, and this done, he crept along silently until he occupied a spot directly over the entrance to the shelter below.
He looked about him, and soon found what he wanted, a round stone, weighing all of forty or fifty pounds.