"Well, by gummy, it isn't his head either!" cried John. "Whose head
is that over there?"

"You lie down, John," said Willis.

"But there's somebody else here!" cried John, with a queer note in
his voice; and with that, he scrambled back over us both. The space
was all too narrow for such a maneuvre, and his knees felt hard.
"Now look here," said Willis. "You quit that!"

But John was climbing through the hole to the barn floor above.
"You must get out of there!" he cried. "There is something down
there."

By this time Willis was fully waked up. He reached over with his
hand, on the side where John had been, and then he, too, gave a
spring and climbed out on the floor! That alarmed me in turn, and I
followed them, bumping my head in my haste. "What is it?" I
exclaimed.

"I don't know," said Willis, his voice shaking from excitement.

"He's got an awful thick head of hair," said John; "but he felt
warm! Seemed to be all hair!"

"I'll bet it's a bear!" cried Willis. "Denned up, under the floor!"

With that John and I made for the door; but Willis said he did not
believe it would come out, if it was asleep for the winter.