them the voice appeared to come out of the very air itself.
"It's Joe's voice!" exclaimed Darry. "But I must say I don't see him."
Both gazed around, and at last the scout caught sight of the boy's handkerchief fluttering among the tree branches.
"There he is!" he exclaimed. "But what's he doing up there?"
"This way!" went on Joe, and as they turned in the direction, he added, "Look out for the bear!"
"A bear!" came from Darry. "He must be treed!"
"I reckon you've struck it," muttered Benson, and hastily unslung his rifle, at which Darry did the same. "Follow me, but be on your guard," went on the old scout.
He advanced with caution, his horse lifting his ears sharply as the neighborhood of the trees was gained. Presently the animal came to a sudden halt. At the same moment Benson caught sight of the bear.
"So that's where ye are!" muttered the old scout.
The bear raised himself on his hind legs and let out a growl at the newcomers. Hardly had the sound arose upon the air when Benson's rifle
