Part 8 (2/2)

”He's wrecking the place. That's too bad,” groaned Walter.

”Are the provisions all in there?” asked the Professor anxiously.

”No, most of them are over in my tent, where I took them from the pack pony,” Ned informed him.

”We are that much ahead anyway. I think we had better get a little further away, young gentlemen. We had better get near trees so we can make a fairly dignified escape if that fellow concludes to come out after us.”

”He's too busy just now,” announced Tad, with an attempt at laughter.

”Get the guns,” ordered the Professor.

”I can't,” cried Tad.

”Why can't you? I will get them myself.”

”They are all in that tent there with the bear,” groaned Tad.

”There's a box of sh.e.l.ls in there, too,” added Walter. ”I put it there myself.”

”Then, indeed, we had better take to the trees,” decided Professor Zepplin.

”Wait,” warned Tad. ”He won't get out right away. See, he has pulled the tent down about him.”

”Yes, he's having the time of his life,” nodded Ned. ”I hope he never gets out. If we had our guns now!”

And, indeed, Mr. Bruin was having his own troubles. Angry snarls and growls could be heard under the heaving canvas as the black bear plunged helplessly about, twisting the tent about him in his desperate struggles to free himself.

They could hear the clatter of the tinware as he threshed about, and the crash and bang of other articles belonging to their equipment.

”Look! What's that light?” exclaimed Walter.

”Fire!” cried the Professor.

”The tent's on fire!” shouted Tad.

”Quick, get water!” urged Ned.

”What for? To put out the bear?” laughed Tad.

”I had forgotten about the lantern. That's what has caused the fire. When the tent collapsed the lantern went down with it, and in his floundering about he has managed to set the place on fire,” the Professor informed them.

”There goes the parlor tent. That settles it,” said Walter.

The other two boys groaned.

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