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"Give him high English!" cried Mr. Larramie. "That's often classic

enough! Tell him to descend!"

"Orso, descend!" I cried, giving a little foreign twang to the words.

Immediately the bear began to twist like a caterpillar upon the limb,

he extended his hind-legs towards the trunk, he seized it with his

fore-paws. He began slowly to move downward.

"Hurrah!" cried Percy, "that hit him like a rifle-ball! Hurrah for

high English! That's good enough for me!"

"Look at his hind hands!" cried Genevieve. "He has worn all the hair

off his palms!"

I hurried from the tree and reached the ground before the bear. Then

taking the end of the chain, I advised the others to move out of the

woods while I followed with the bear. They all obeyed except

Genevieve, who wanted very much to linger behind and help me lead him.

But this I would not permit.

The bear followed me with his usual docility until we had emerged from

the woods. Then he gave a little start, and fixed his eyes upon Percy,

who stood at a short distance, his rifle in his hand. I had not

supposed that this bear was afraid of anything, but now I had reason

to believe that he was afraid of guns, for the instant he saw the

armed boy he made the little start I have mentioned, and followed it

up by a great bolt which jerked the chain from my hand, and the next

instant Orso was bounding away in great lopes, his chain rattling

behind him.

Promptly Percy brought his rifle to his shoulder. "Don't you fire!" I

shouted. "Put down your gun and leave it here. It frightens him!" And

with that we were all off in hot pursuit.

"Cut him off from the woods!" shouted Mr. Walter, who was in advance.

"If he gets in the woods we'll lose him sure!"

We followed this good advice, and at the top of our speed we

endeavored to get between the beast and the trees. To a certain extent

we succeeded in our object, for some of us were fast runners, and

Orso, perceiving that he might be cut off from a woody retreat, turned

almost at right angles and made directly for the house.

"He's after the three McKennas!" screamed Genevieve, as she turned to

follow the bear, and from being somewhat in the rear she was now in

advance of us, and dashed across the field at a most wonderful rate

for a girl.

The rest of us soon passed her, but before we reached the house the

bear disappeared behind some out-buildings. Then we saw him again. He

dashed through the gate of a back yard. He seemed to throw himself

against the house. He disappeared through a door-way. There was a

great crash as of crockery and tin. There were screams. There was

rattling and banging, and then all was still. When we reached the

house we heard no sound.