“Never will stop short of three miles, believe me!” asserted the latter. “I didn’t believe you had it in you to let out such a fiendish whoop, Perk. But it paid us for coming over here, for now we can say with truth we had an adventure with a wild bear, and that Amos here had to ‘shoot’ six times before the fight was finished.”
Amos looked decidedly pleased.
“I’ll have to call this my bear roll of film,” he suggested, patting his camera affectionately, after the manner of those who are seized with the photographic craze. “And out of the lot there must be several half-way decent pictures. I never believed I’d get such a great chance as this.”
“Say, things are happening like hot cakes, seems to me,” Perk remarked, as once more they turned their faces in the direction of the camp. “Why, we hardly get through with one event before another comes crowding along right at its heels. We’ve done considerable camping this summer, ever since we started the Camp Fire Boys’ Club, but nothing like this ever came along the pike.”
“Suits me all right!” Wee Willie declared, grinning. “I like excitement, and just sitting around, loafing, never was my style of enjoying myself. Why, I’m even hoping we’ll see something of this chap who was hanging out in the cabin when we came along and squatted here.”
“Oh, wouldn’t it be a tough joke on us now if, when we got back, we found he’d been there in our absence, and helped himself to lots of our stuff?”
Perk, as he spoke, looked as though this might not be a groundless fear after all, but Elmer only laughed at him.
“I’m going back another way, you notice, Perk. Every now and then we can get glimpses of the cabin, with our fire burning in front, and so far I’ve seen no sign of any intruder. Don’t worry about it. In three minutes we’ll be home again.”
His prophecy came true, and Perk was relieved to discover that nothing had mysteriously vanished during their brief absence from camp.