“Here’s where we were when you stopped to get your breath,” declared Twaddles positively as they came into an open space. “I ’member that rotten log on the ground.”
It was true. They had been walking in a circle!
“What’s that?” cried Meg, starting up in sudden fright.
The twins clung to her, hiding their faces in her skirt.
“I saw something move––over there in those bushes,” whispered Bobby.
“Is it––a––a bear?” asked Meg softly.
But Dot heard her.
“It’s a bear!” she shrieked. “Twaddles, Meg, Bobby, come quick! It’s a bear!”
Something bounded out of the bushes and leaped upon them with shrill, sharp barks.