A CLEVER RUSE
The boy acrobat scrambled up from the roadside ditch, seized the
pitchfork, and dashed along in the direction Big Bob had taken.
A glance showed the audacious animal still at the window of the
farmhouse, though now under it.
Bruin had swept the contents of the window sill to the ground with one
movement of his great paw. He was now discussing the merits of the
dishes he had dislodged with a crash.
Andy ran around to the other side of the house. From within occasional
hysterical shrieks issued. They were mingled with distracted sobs. At
another open window Andy halted.
He could look into a middle apartment crossing the entire house.
Crouching in a corner was a young woman. Her eyes were fixed in terror
on the window at which the bear had appeared.
In her arms was a child, crying in affright. An older woman stood at a
telephone, twisting its call bell handle frantically.
"Don't be afraid," said Andy. "It's a harmless old bear escaped from the
circus down at the tracks."
The two women regarded him mutely, too scared to believe him. Andy heard
the telephone bell ring.
"Quick! quick!" cried the woman at the instrument. "Send help. A big
bear! We'll be devoured alive!"
"No you won't," declared Andy in a shout, making around the house.
He hardly knew what to do next, but he kept his eyes open. He hoped for
some discovery among the truck littering the yard that would suggest a
way of getting Big Bob again on the run.
"Capital--the very thing," cried Andy suddenly.
He dropped the pitchfork and whipped out his pocket knife. In two
seconds he had severed a forty-foot stretch of clothes line running from
a hook on the house to a post.
Then Andy ran to the kitchen door. Hanging at its side was a big piece
of raw beef.
It was evidently from an animal recently slaughtered, for it was still
moist and dripping. Andy tightly secured one end of the clothes line
about it. He ran to the side of the house.
Big Bob was just finishing a repast on some apple pie. Andy gave the
meat a fling. It struck the bear in the face. Big Bob raised his head.
He sniffed and licked his lips. He made an eager, hungry spring for the
meat, which had rebounded several feet.
"Come on," said Andy, sure now that his bait was a good one, and that
his experiment would succeed. "I've got you, I guess."
Andy started on a run, paying out the rope. Just as Big Bob was about to
pounce upon the toothsome spoil, Andy gave it a jerk.
He gauged his rate of progress on a close estimate. Along the trail sped
bruin. Andy put across the fields.
He heard a bell ring out. Glancing back at the farmhouse, he saw a human
arm reaching through an open window. It pulled at a rope leading to a
big alarm bell hanging from the eaves. Looking beyond the farmhouse he
also saw three or four men in a distant field, summoned by the bell, now
rushing in its direction.
"I'll get Big Bob beyond the danger line, anyhow," decided Andy. "No,
you don't!"
The fugitive had pounced fairly on the dragging beef. Andy gave it a
whirling jerk. Bruin uttered a baffled growl.
"Come on," laughed Andy. "This is jolly fun--if it doesn't end in a
tragedy."
Andy ran under the bottom rail of a fence. He made time and distance,
for the bear did not squeeze through so readily. Andy put through a
brushy reach beyond. Big Bob began to lag. He limped and panted.
"If I can only tucker him out," thought Andy.
He kept up the race for fully half-an-hour. As he reached the edge of a
boggy stretch, Andy saw, directly beyond, the top of a house poking up
among a grove of fir trees.
Andy's eyes were everywhere as he neared the building. Its lower part
was so tightly shuttered and closed up that he decided at once it was an
empty house.
Getting nearer, however, he discovered that the door at the bottom of
the stone cellar steps was open. Andy glanced back of him. Big Bob, with
lolling tongue, was lumbering steadily on his track, perhaps twenty feet
to the rear.
"I'll try it," determined Andy.
He ran down the steps, halted in the dark cellar, pulled in the meat and
flung it ahead of him. Then stepping to one side he prepared to act
promptly when the right moment arrived.
Big Bob came to the steps, cleared them in a spring and ran past Andy.
The latter dodged outside in a flash. He banged the door shut, shot its
bolt, sank to the steps and swept his hand over his dripping brow.
"Whew!" panted Andy. "But I've made it."
Andy felt that he had done a pretty clever thing. He had gotten the
fugitive safely caged behind a stout locked door. The cellar had several
windows, but they were high up, and too small for Big Bob to ever
squeeze through.
"I don't believe there is anybody at home," said Andy, getting up to
investigate. "I'm going to find out. Gracious! I have--there is."
Andy was terribly startled, almost appalled. At just that moment a
frightful yell rang out. It proceeded from the cellar into which he had
locked the bear.
A sharp crash followed. Andy, staring spellbound, saw one of the side
windows of the cellar dashed out.
Through the aperture, immediately following, there clambered a man.
He was hatless, a big red streak crossed his cheek, his coat was in
ribbons down the back.
White as a sheet, chattering and trembling, he scrambled to his feet,
gave one affrighted glance back of him, and shot for the road like
a meteor.
Bang! bang! bang!
"Oh, dear!" cried the distressed Andy. "What's up now?"