"So am I glad, Sam. I was almost afraid both of us were doomed to be
chewed up."
"What shall we do next?"
"I guess we had better get out--as soon as you've reloaded the gun.
Wonder where the ammunition is?"
Both instituted a search, and soon a box was brought to light,
containing not only ammunition, but also a big hunting knife.
"I'll appropriate the knife," said Tom. "It's not as good as a gun or
pistol, but it is better than nothing."
Thus armed they set forth without further delay, fearful that their
enemies might return at any moment to recapture them. As the bear had
gone up the gully they went down, and they did not come to a halt until
they had placed at least quarter of a mile between themselves and the
caves. For some distance they kept on a series of bare rocks, thus
leaving no trail behind.
"I reckon we are clear of them for the time being," observed Tom, as he
came to a halt. "And that being so, the next question is Where are Dick
and Mr. Barrow?"
"The best we can do is to try to find Perch River, to my way of
thinking," came from Sam.
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