"I guess we've got turned around," Russ said, trying to hide his disappointment and fear from his sister. "We've got to go back, Rose."
"Do you know which is back?" she asked.
"We've got to hunt for that old path."
"Don't you leave me, Russ Bunker!" cried Rose, as her brother started away.
And just then both of them saw the tawny, long tailed, slinking beast in the edge of the thicket.
"Oh! It's a bear!" shrieked Rose.
"Bears don't look like that," gasped Russ, staring at the great, glowing eyes of the animal. "It looks more like a cat."
"There never was a cat as big as that, Russ Bunker, and you know it!"
"Come on, Rose," said her brother promptly. "We'll go into that house and shut the door. It can't get us then, whatever it is."
In a moment the two children had dashed into the cabin and pulled to the swinging door. The door had a lock on the outside, and when Russ banged the door shut he heard the lock snap.