“What is it, Rob?” asked John, joining him.
The two now pushed the grass apart and looked down eagerly. Rob rose to his knees and pushed the cap back on his forehead.
“If I didn’t know better,” said he, “I’d call that the track of an elephant or a mastodon or something. See, there it goes, all along the shore.”
“But it can’t be an elephant,” said Jesse.
“No, it can’t be anything but just what it is—the track of a bear! What Uncle Dick said is true. Look, this track is more than half as long as my arm.”
“We’d better get back to the house as quick as we can,” said Jesse, anxiously. “That bear may come back any minute!”