GETTING RID OF AN INTRUDER
"Whoo! it's a bear!" yelped Lub, who looked as though his eyes were
trying to pop out of his head.
"Tell me, am I seeing things? Is this a wild dream, or am I gazing on a
real, live, woolly bear?" cried X-Ray Tyson.
Just then, as though suspecting that the clustered boys had evil designs
on him, the small black bear actually growled, and showed its white
teeth.
"Here, keep back, you!" exclaimed Ethan; "we haven't lost any bear that
we know about. Where'd you come from anyhow, and what d'ye want here?"
"Ethan--don't you see, he came down the chimney!" gasped Lub.
"Just what he must have done," added Phil, who was gripping the only
firearm they owned, and wondering what effect a peppering of its tiny
missiles would have on the tough hide of a black bear.
"I bet you he was nosing around up there, and smelled our grub,"
suggested X-Ray, a sudden gleam of light dawning upon him.
"And leaning too far over while he sniffed, he just _fell in_; that's
what you mean, don't you?" demanded Lub.
"Looks that way," assented the other; "but what under the sun are we
going to do about it, I'd like to know? He don't mean to crawl up again
like he came down. See how he acts; I bet you he got scorched, because
there's still some red coals in the fireplace, you notice."
The four boys were huddled in a bunch. It seemed like a case of "in
union there is strength" with them just then. And the bear stood where
he had been at the time of first discovery. He had his snout thrust out,
and was "sniffing" at a great rate. Perhaps it was the human odor that
interested him, though Lub got an idea in his head it may have been the
food that was so close by.
"Phil, do you think he'll attack us?" Lub asked.
"I hardly think so," replied the other, steadily, after closely
examining the appearance of the intruder; "that is, if we keep from
making him more furious than he is now."
"Guess he's some surprised to find himself shut in with four husky
boys?" suggested Ethan.
"And say, he looks kind of small to me," observed X-Ray.
"I was just going to tell you that," Phil went on to say; "I believe
it's only a two-thirds grown cub after all."
"But even at that he's a dangerous customer, with those sharp claws, and
his ugly white teeth," protested Lub.
"That's right," added Ethan. "If we tackled him, chances are we'd be
sorry for it, unless we had something to knock him on the head with.
That makes me think of my bully little camp hatchet. Watch me sneak it
right now!"
He started to move softly toward the spot where he had discovered the
article in question. The bear began to growl more fiercely than ever.
"Careful, Ethan," cautioned Phil; "take it slow, and duck back just as
soon as you've hitched on to the hatchet. Stop and wait till he cools
down. Now, only one more step; then you can lean over and reach it."
All of them fairly held their breath, for it was a toss-up as to whether
the suspicious bear would conclude to attack Ethan or not. The growls
and sniffing continued, but the boy managed to get his fingers fastened
upon the handle of his tool.
"Now, back up!" Phil told him.
Step by step Ethan pushed away from the dangerous locality. The bear did
not attempt to follow, but resumed his former way of pushing out his
snout, and sniffing. Something evidently smelled mighty good to him, Lub
thought.
"This is all very well," ventured X-Ray Tyson, who had also managed to
arm himself with a billet of wood, "but somebody tell me what the end's
going to be. Do we have to camp outside in the cold, cold world; or will
we invite Mr. Bear to skip? That's what I want to know. Phil, how about
it?"
By now Phil had realized that unless they did something to provoke the
bear to extremes they did not need to fear an encounter with his sharp
claws. A bright idea had struck him, which he hastened to bring to the
notice of his chums.
"If ever we go to tell this story, lots of fellows will give us the
merry laugh, you understand, boys," he remarked; "and if you're all
willing, I'd like to settle it so we'd have the best of proof that a
bear _did_ come down our chimney in the night time."
"Phil, do you mean that you want to snap off a flashlight picture of
the beast backed up against our fireplace?" demanded X-Ray Tyson, as
quick as anything.
"That's what I meant," he was immediately told. "See, here's the whole
apparatus ready for business. All I'd want you to do would be to turn
down the lantern when I gave the word."
"I'll look after that part of it," agreed X-Ray, instantly.
"And I'll hold my hatchet, ready to whack him square between the eyes if
he tries any football rush on us," Ethan remarked, grimly.
"What can I do to help?" demanded Lub, weakly, yet evidently not
relishing the idea of being utterly ignored in all these valorous
preparations.
"If you want to have a place in the lime light, Lub," ventured X-Ray,
sarcastically, "s'pose then you just step up and engage the bear in a
catch-as-catch-can wrestling match. It'll be a splendid chance to prove
to every fellow at home how you had more nerve than any of the rest of
us!"
Of course Lub knew this was all spoken in satire.
"You'll have to excuse me this time, X-Ray; I wouldn't want to run a
chance of spoiling Phil's picture for anything. Guess I'll crawl up in
my bunk again, so as not to take up so much space. I'm afraid that if
Ethan gets to swinging that wood chopper around recklessly he might
gouge me."
Meanwhile Phil had arranged his little apparatus as he wanted, aiming
directly at the bear. He knew that it was focussed just right for a
short distance, because all that had been fixed previously, it being his
intention to have small animals snap off their own pictures at about the
same focussing point, by pulling at a baited trigger that was attached
to the flashlight cartridge by a cord.
"All ready, X-Ray?" he asked, presently.
"Yep--let her go, Phil!"
As he spoke the holder of the lantern turned down the flame. Immediately
the interior of the cabin became almost pitch dark. The bear could be
heard sniffing as before, and evidently regaining some of his courage,
which must have received a rude jolt following that plunge down the
chimney.
Suddenly there was a blinding flash. It was all over in a second, but
the boys could hear the bear scrambling on the hearth. Perhaps the
coals burned his feet again, and forced him to abandon any idea of
trying to escape by the same means he had employed in reaching the
interior of the shack.
"Light up again!" ordered Phil; "it's all over!"
So X-Ray again turned up the wick of the lantern. The bear was standing
there, growling, and looking more belligerent than before. Evidently he
did not altogether like this sort of treatment. That dazzling flash had
blinded him. It may have made him think of the lightning that went with
a storm; and there was now no friendly hollow tree into which he could
creep; only those strange, two-legged creatures whom instinct told him
were enemies of his race.
"Looks almost ready to tackle us, don't he, Phil?" chirped Lub, from the
security of the second-story bunk.
Ethan was swinging that shining hatchet wickedly back and forth.
"He'd better not, if he knows what's good for him," he was saying, with
determination written upon his set jaws and flashing eyes; "I'd just
like to get one good belt at him square between those wicked little eyes
of his. We'd have bear steak for breakfast, let me tell you."
"But remember that the law is on bears yet, and if we killed him we
might run up against a game warden and be arrested!" Lub warned him; for
Lub was always well posted on all matter that pertained to the law, as
became the son and heir of a well-known judge.
"We don't want to fight except there's no other way," said Phil; who
wished to restrain both Ethan and X-Ray; for he knew they were apt to be
impulsive, and it would not take much to precipitate a battle royal with
the four-legged visitor.
"But what's the answer, then?" demanded the latter chum, indignantly;
"do we sit down and watch him gobble all our fine grub without lifting a
hand to stop him? Say, I'd be ashamed to tell the story afterwards; and
him only a half-grown bear in the bargain."
"He don't seem to like that smoke you made, Phil?" remarked Lub, who had
an unusually fine place for observation, being elevated above the heads
of his crouching chums. "Couldn't you keep that going, and just force
him to climb up the chimney again?"
"My flashlight cartridges are too valuable to be wasted like that, Lub,"
he was informed by the other boy.
"Then isn't there some way he could be made to retreat?" asked X-Ray.
"What if the whole four of us started to advance, shooing with our
hands, and whooping things up, wouldn't he just understand that he _had_
to climb, whether he got his toes scorched again or not?"
Phil shook his head.
"I've got another idea, and it's so simple I only wonder nobody thought
of it before," he told them. "The rest of you stay here where you are."
"I object, if you're meaning to tackle the varmint alone and
single-handed, Phil!" X-Ray burst out with.
"I'm not quite so simple as all that," Phil flashed back at him; "you
can see I'm heading the other way."
"Oh! I know what he means," burst out Lub just then; "it's the door!
Phil's going to take down that bar we pushed in place, and open up.
Hurrah! that sounds good to me! Phil knows how to do the trick. You
trust him every time, and you'll never get left."
Of course it was all simple enough now, and if Lub could see through it
the other pair could also. To be sure, Phil meant to swing wide the
door, and thus invite the departure of their unwelcome guest.
They saw him reach the front of the cabin. The bear was apparently
suspicious of any sort of movement, and continued to growl
threateningly. So long as he did not actually start to make an attack
Ethan believed he could afford to remain idle, and hold his ground.
Phil appeared to be having some little trouble about getting the bar
loose. The door did not shut closely, and it had taken the combined
strength of two of them to fasten it securely.
"Give it a hunch, and then slip the bar up, quick, Phil!" called out
Lub; for as he had helped close it he knew best how the thing could be
done.
Phil made a third attempt, and this time succeeded, for they saw him
open the door, and then back away, still gripping the stout bar in his
hands, as though he considered it worth having in an emergency.
"There you are, Mister; now please get a move on you!" called Lub.
The animal must have already sniffed the outer air, to judge from his
actions. He may have also suspected some sort of cunning trap, for he
did not immediately start on a rush toward the gap in the wall.
"He guesses you're laying for him, Phil," Ethan remarked; "p'raps you'd
better back up and join our squad here. There's another upper berth, if
so be you think you'd like to join our brave chum Lub."
"Huh! think you're smart, don't you?" muttered the one referred to; but
evidently the slur cut to the quick, for what did Lub do but bundle out
of his bunk and actually take his place in line with the others, as
though to show them that at least it was not _fear_ that had caused him
to climb up out of the way.
"I guess he's going to make the run for it!" exclaimed X-Ray Tyson.
"Everybody start to waving their arms when he comes, and keep him going.
Whoop! hurry up your stumps, old bear; this is a white man's cabin, and
you're not wanted!"
All at once the beast concluded it would be wise for him to accept of
the one lone chance for escape. That open door, and the sweet smell of
the outside air appealed irresistibly to his nature.
"There he comes, boys!" snapped Ethan; and with that they all began to
make extravagant gestures, at the same time using threatening language
that must have appalled the poor bear, could he have understood its
meaning.
Snapping and growling he scuttled past the line of excited boys, headed
for the open door. He presented such a ferocious aspect that none of
them cared to do the slightest thing to bar his forward progress;
indeed, just the contrary seemed to be the case. Something must have
influenced Lub, for that worthy actually stepped forward out of line;
and as the beast shuffled hastily past he let drive with his right foot,
just for all the world as though he were trying for a drop kick on the
gridiron, with three thousand breathless spectators watching to see if
he would make the goal.
Then the bear, thus urged on by every possible means, went hastily
through the open door, and was seen no more. The cabin was once again in
their undisputed possession.
"Three cheers!" shouted X-Ray Tyson, who after the manner of boys in
general, was so completely filled with enthusiasm that he could only
think of one way in which to get rid of the surplus "steam," which was
by shouting.
The others joined in the noise, and if any one happened to be within a
mile of that birch bark cabin just then, before the break of day, he
must have been greatly mystified to understand what all the racket could
be about.