Just then he happened to remember where he was.
“The boys!” he said to himself. “The boys! In mischief, with a bow and arrows.”
He looked around. And there they were, sitting under a tree not a hundred feet away from him!
He could see a bow and arrows on the ground beside them. But what were they doing?
They were holding something in their hands. First they would look at it, then they would blow on it. Then they would look again and blow again.
The bear crept closer. Everything was clear to him now! The boys had killed a bird and they were trying to find the spot where the arrow had struck it.
So interested were they in this that they did not notice the bear stealing up behind them.
When he got right over them he gave a dreadful growl: “Gr-r-r-r!”
It was very loud and very fierce.