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 shells 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.