They had not gone far till they spied the white-clad figure of Juan coming toward them.
“I certainly am glad to see him,” exclaimed Peggy. “I’ve been dreading crossing that ravine. It’s so dark and spooky down there.”
“I’m not sorry to see him myself,” admitted Jo Ann.
When Juan drew near, he motioned to them to be quiet. In a low voice he said to Jo Ann, “I think the bear come tonight.”
“What’d he say?” asked Peggy curiously.
“I don’t know for sure, but it was something about the bear.”
Juan turned and led the way to the enclosure. As he drew near he pointed over to it, saying something about the pigs and the bear.
“I believe he’s saying something about the pigs being restless,” Jo Ann told Peggy in a low voice. “Don’t you hear them? They didn’t do that way the other night. Sometimes animals know instinctively when danger’s near, and I believe those pigs do.”
“Well, let’s hurry and get up on that ledge before the bear comes,” Peggy whispered.
They climbed up the notched pole as rapidly as they could and settled themselves on the ledge, Jo Ann with her gun cocked, lying across her lap. Juan remained below at the foot of the pole, as he had before.