"And,
if they had, they would not have been putting up stone signs when we
were only a few yards away."
"The sign says, 'Keep to the south,' Nestor observed, "and we may
find the solution of the mystery there."
Anxious for a sight of his old chums of the Black Bear Patrol,
and unable to control his feelings, Shaw darted on ahead, passed
around a corner of rock, and disappeared from the sight of the
other members of the party.
"I hope he won't go an' get lost," Jimmie said, taking a swifter pace.
In a moment, however, it became evident that Shaw was not lost;
that, in fact, he was very much found, and with an undiminished
lung capacity. Such Black Bear growls and sniffs as came from
around the corner of the cliff were never heard before outside
of a Wild West show. There seemed to be half a dozen Black Bears
growling at, and ready to devour each other.
When Nestor turned the corner of the cliff he saw four boys mixed
up in what seemed to be a desperate struggle. It was from this
group that the wild growls were coming. Now and then a word of
greeting or a joyful laugh came from the storm-center, but the
playful struggle went on.
"Holy Smoke!" Frank cried presently, drawing himself away from the bunch.
"What do you think of it? Look who's here! Three Black Bears,
Harry Stevens, Glen Howard and Jack Bosworth. How did you get
here, boys, and did you bring anything to eat with you?"
The three Black Bears were introduced to the other members of the
party, then tongues ran swiftly, and they all talked at the same
time.
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