"Do you think you could get him?" exclaimed Fly.
"If I can find his hole," said Carl.
"But how do you know he is there?" asked Herb.
"We'll follow these prints."
The boys and Hawke walked along beside Carl as he pointed out the footprints of the grizzly. Then he stopped.
"See this little trail where the dirt has been dragged along?" asked Carl. "Well, that shows he was dragging something in his mouth, and he's probably gone home to eat it. The marks are fresh, so it wasn't long ago."
"Wouldn't it be a prize to have a grizzly!" exclaimed Fred.
"You fellows had better wait here for a few minutes, till I see if I can find his hole," instructed the Indian. "If I can find that, we're sure of getting him or of him getting us."
"Suppose he gets after you, Carl. Better fire a signal," said Fly anxiously.
"He can't fire with his bow and arrow, bone-head," gibed Herb.