“Hark! I heard something,” interrupted Ben sharply.
“Yes, a sound—a sort of roar. Behind us, though. Oh, my!”
Bob grasped his companion’s arm and dragged him forward.
“Run! run!” he shouted. “It’s a bear.”
CHAPTER XXI
A FIGHT WITH A BEAR
The night was dark and cloudy and there was not a star in sight. However, it was possible to discover outlines at a near distance. As Ben cast a startled glance at a great bushy object not twenty feet away, growling savagely and moving directly towards them, he realized that there was some foundation to his companion’s startling statement.
“Quick, this way. Climb up, I say,” shouted Bob, his rapid run landing them directly up against a large tree.
“You first, Bob.”
“Me last. Climb, I tell you!” screamed Bob. “Whew! that was close.”