“We s’pose we don’t know what made the tracks.”
“But guess” insisted Bob, with provoking deliberation.
“An elephant?”
“No.”
“A hippopotamus?”
“Nothing of the kind.”
“How can we guess?” asked Jim, impatiently; “if you know anything about it let us know, and if you don’t know, say so.”
“Those tracks were made by a big black bear!”
CHAPTER XXV—UP A TREE
“Gracious!” gasped Tom Wagstaff, “let’s run!”