The bear tried to back and didn’t like it. He rushed toward the entrance again snarling angrily, but, evidently sensing danger there, drew back once more.
“Drive the brute out, kid!” advised Harris from the outside.
“He’ll bite you if I do!” chuckled Carl.
“No, he won’t; I’ve got a gun ready for him!”
“You go on away,” Carl suggested, “and I’ll come out.”
“The bear will escape if I go too far away.”
“Aw, let him get away if he wants to!”
“And let you get away, too, I suppose?” suggested Harris.
“Why not?” asked Carl.
“Because we want information which we believe to be in your possession!” replied Harris.